Blood Nights
(It's really hard to ignore the videos of the injured kids... It really is heart wrenching)
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And then the night turned red
And screams were heard
of kids painted in blood
And a tiny hand waved
From beneath a wrecked home
Kids with names printed on their wrists
Crying for mothers in refuge camps,
Some bathed in blood on hospital beds
That too gets bombed
Now no water, no food, even the air is poison
Though once upon a time, it was a house
But got stolen in bright day light
My hearts crys for you, o' Palestine
~30th Oct, 2023
Copyright © Paghunda Zahid | Year Posted 2023
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