The Children Of Gaza
A child remembers growing up --
always hungry; hearing that the
moon is made of cheese. On cloudy
nights, sent to bed without dinner.
For some, sadly, imagination is the
only way of surviving...till the body
atrophies -- and the soul deserts its
dream.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.