Since 1948
The fire was burning like inferno
Blood, burned fleshes of the people
Ashes of lost hopes and believes
Under the rubbles of the ruined city
And the skies beyond the river
Beyond the seas of human aspirations
Occupied by the invader and the allies
With the lies and hatred and arsenals
Again, those children without limbs
Among the shadows of the dead bodies
Smelling like burned fleshes, rotten
Yet, with memories- burning like hell
The leaders around the round table
Like those cannibals of Neolithic age
Beaming in joy, with wider smiles
Smelling human fleshes burned alive
Yet nothing was objectionable after
Those lies and deceptions of October 7th
As everything was just in accordance
With the Nakba, since 1948. Since long…
©SriSuvro 3rd August’ 2024
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