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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required War drones streak colour across the sky, in the enchanted lake of the full moon on the sleepless moon’s navel as though rose petals bloom. From the night’s torn belly crimson feathers fall. Instantly slipped out of my mouth: Ah, how beautiful! I didn’t realise what an inhuman sin I had committed. My eyes begin to close; corneas burn in toxic carbon smoke, blood bursts beyond its vessels in revolt. A volcano roars in my lungs, My heart bleeds out; houses blaze around me, and burning too… the beloved’s lips caught in a midnight kiss, and the child who suckles his mother’s charred breast. A flock of birds screams and flees over the Gaza Strip crossing the Mediterranean… They are free, they wander where they will, seeking an unwritten inheritance. Humans draw borders even between the souls, they find no place to live. They should not ask for bread, Yet capitalism feeds on their blood. Along the shattered Via Maris lie rows of blood-soaked bodies; The world consumed by the commerce of the dead. A dying mother’s Jabelia olive eyes stare into mine, terrifying and beautiful! I can do nothing. My limbs begin to stiffen; A bullet cuts through my heart. The blood-red pages of history in my hands turn to ash on the wind. Today, humanity auctioned in the market of arms And I am helpless. Today, human faith dies before the dominance.
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