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The tears, the blood that boils.
the sorrow, the mujahid who toils.
The rejection, the tears which stain the land,
the dejection, the muslims who won't lend a hand.
The screams, the Israeli's who kill for joy,
the rape, her death and her son's broken toy.
The murder, the anguish and the pain,
the starvation, the so many innocent slain.
Palestine, don't cry alone.
I lend my shoulder to cry upon.
Shells blasting,
the pain lasting.
The body of a little boy,
and his home fallen like troy.
His mother sobbing,
no sign of bloodshed stopping.
Missiles flying, bombs constantly dropping,
meanwhile Israeli's laughing, champagne popping.
Going to the club, the night-life,
the smiles, the lights, no strife.
All haram, living quite clear without fear,
she twirls in the dance floor, never lost anything dear.
And the mother continues weeping...
The suffering, the joy that was never set free,
the lies, the deceit and the muslims that never see.
The horror, the family that he lost,
the hatred, the revenge, his life the cost.
The tears, the watering of a grave,
the failure, the life a father couldn't save.
The bloodshed, the innocent son's of Palestine departed,
the angered ummah, the tears shed by the kind-hearted.
Palestine, don't think no one is there.
I am always by your side.
The tanks rolling in,
ready to do its sin.
Bullets fired and people falling,
the aftermath with survivors calling.
No mercy shown, only hate,
medics arrive but much too late.
Hate and Israel wedded,
peace and Palestine beheaded.
America supports its master,
Israel meeting up with Obama.
Peace resolution suggested, nodding heads,
but still the innocent Palestinian blood sheds.
And the ummah continues sleeping...
As the waves splash, greeting the shores with glee...
I sit on a grassy patch of land located on the shore,
look towards the clouds covering the falling sun with teary eyes,
and this time I write a poem titled: THE PALESTINIAN TEARS...
I hoped you enjoyed the poem
wasalam
Edited by i_zaki, 16 February 2009 - 12:40 PM.
