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Destitution of Humanity

My children! Oh my children! Peace to you is a foreign name. Your land is torn apart every minute … every second. They have made you orphans without any shame. Justifying their crime … by fatalistic reason. Your everyday life made out of misery. One can not understand without living it. Access to water, bread or electricity Became a struggle … the world ignoring it. They have bombed you to pieces, not even washing your stains. Along with your lands … your means of living Building their settlements … covering up your remains. The world over watching … and not reacting. In your land you have lost all your rights. Even to bring life in dignity Mothers in labor, forbidden to get a pass Losing their own lives … along with the baby. And the list can go on… More than often falling in deaf ears The thought in my mind for so long The outbreak of my helplessness … and tears.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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