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| Nahida Izaat Ghaith His small swift hand, Picked me up And the soft, gentle palm Gave me a cuddle Warm, safe and secure He made me feel.. He said no words He shed no tears YET… His long lasting pain I couldn’t ignore Bulldozers.. tanks And F16s With evil colors Evil sights Evil touch And evil sounds Surrounded his tiny frame Proclaiming The evil war of “Absolutely No Shame” He squeezed me no hard Knowing it’s good-bye “Just throw me As hard as you can” I whispered… Together … We’ll be fine!!” And just for a moment I felt eternity Only for a moment I touched infinity… When” Brave- Heart” boy Feels ever so strong And there he stands All…alone Facing evil armies… Only with a stone The evil bullet was faster Than his little hand His frail… pale body Falls to the ground With a beautiful smile He says his good-bye His soft gentle palm Gave me soul Its peaceful eternal hug! |
Jan 6, 2010
A Palestinian stone speaks out...
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