All children go to heaven
Their little fingers broken
Their soft hairs burned
Their long eyelashes resting on dusty cheeks
I want my mother to tell me it is all good
Her milk long dried
Her warm hug still pending
I want my father
To tell me it is all good
His pride still strong
His hand smaller now
Stones on the side of the road
Laying in perfect silence in the forest
Only the crows hear the shallow breath
A sun light between the tree
branches
And
It
Is
Over.
Thank you, you have said much in a few lines, very well. I hope the Palestinian people keep showing their amazing resilience, strength, and that they will be able to overcome the brutality of their occupier. It is long overdue. Good luck.
Here is another beautiful poem by a Palestinian woman…
http://www.upworthy.com/a-reporter-accused-her-of-teaching-hate-to-children-her-reply-is-angry-and-haunting-and-perfect?g=2&c=ufb1
“We teach life Sir”
I can’t recover from this poem.
OT: CNN has just reported that four little boys, playing soccer on the beach in Gaza, have been killed in an Israeli missile strike. Mere language is inadequate. Words fail. WHAT THEN MUST WE DO?