Pale Less Thin - Gaza Crisis

Poets: Paciolo Pen Saint Ft Poet Em Em Ft Sebastian Jnr I'm a flying bird but I'm broken My wings are cupped & shackled I'm a choir but my voice is gone Still I can hum the horrors in my mind The eyes of the earth in tears Gaza is in pain - the torrent has reached it corn. Here's the narration of little ugliness The scent of joy can't be smelled in palestine (Gaza) There's no joy in her wind Her graves are laced with agony & Her remnants are Pale less thin (2) Her remnants are Pale less thin Her eyes sees no white of a thing but flames and smokes & her beak picks up pickles in an enclosed beaker Gaza is in a kettle of fish with no water to quench her thirst nor flow away her agonies still her remnants are pale less thin (3) Still her remnants pale less thin Like breathing air on a cool less brink Where souls are perplexee— to sucide Minds lack rest—For all days pale less thin. Gaza is in airless world—admist rain Losing lives— secs by secs all days for there is no air for her bird to fly—not even rays. Her remnants pale less thin—yet no halt in attack by the ingrates