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.
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