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There lies a land behind the smoke,
Where silence screams and hearts are broke
Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones
And cradles turn to shattered stones
Babies cry with lips so dry
No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry
No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands,
Just bones and ruins buried in the sand
They queue for crumbs and bleed for rice
A bottle of water, the price of life
Each has lost __ be it a child or spouse
a parent, a sibling or a shattered house
Then phosphorus rains on wrecked-out souls
To burn their skin to elevate their pains
And we the modern civilized race
Watch stage 5 famine take its place
What further war-crimes must I define
Palestine bleeds while the world stays blind
Pots & Pans
We see on the net a dust bowl of horror called Gaza
people with remarkable pots and pans begging for
food around an open kitchen; the thought is, do they
keep the poets and pans so clean, do they take turns
licking clean any vestige of nourishment of the said
utensils, which tells me there is a Palestine under
the ruins and there will always be a Palestine, if not
Today, but tomorrow it will be the day the flag will
hang from every ruin, free of Israel's hatred, and
endemic caused by the malicious influence of the USA
From the time America was influenced by the people
of the Old Testament
France went into the first world war
because it had no choice
the allies won the war
with a population of thirty-eight million
Eight and a half million were mobilized
five point three million were killed
4 million hectares of land devastated
6 hundred thousand buildings destroyed
20 thousand factories destroyed
nobody wins from the wars
Iran and Iraq keep fighting
Palestine keeps fighting, your buildings
Now down around your knee's
your children die your people flee
you let anger rule your lives
nobody wins from the wars
you fight to promote your God
But with his power, he can do anything
he doesn't need your help
he does not want his children dead
Nobody wins from the wars
thousands of missiles fired
thousands of people bleed
thousands of insults taken
nobody wins from the wars
you build your missile silo's
more nuclear bombs do we make
until someone makes them fire
nobody wins from the wars
the planet then empty and broken
you destroy what your God created
nobody wins from the wars
but if we join united
with money invest in new jobs
your smiling children's faces
can win forevermore
In peace, we can work united
to build the crops that we need,
bring water out to the desert
build lush fertile ground that is green
Invest in desalination
bring water from pipes to the land
build jobs for a world united
with arms that love people we see
With time we could fertilize deserts
build lush growing crops and new trees
we can build together new cities
where children have lives and can read
Politicians are lying,
Poor people are dying,
But our stocks keep on rising,
So we don’t care
The Arab Spring withers,
As ISIS guerrillas
Bomb Iraqi civilians,
But we don’t care
Fake elections are funded
By big money plundered
From the countries of others,
But we don’t care
Education is failing,
As jobs are sent sailing,
But big banks are prevailing,
So we don't care
We sell guns to Israelis,
Who kill Palestine babies,
To keep settlement "safety,"
But we don't care
Global warming is growing,
Yet oil fields are showing
No real signs of slowing,
But we don’t care
Politicians are lying,
Our democracy’s dying,
But there’s no use in trying,
When we simply don’t care.
small is good
There are not many big elephants left on the savannah
Near the houses where I live elephants are a bit smaller
nature did this for them to survive big game hunters
like kings, who think killing big animals is masculine
like having a secret mistress, but not too concealed
because if no one knows, why bother?
The small elephants that have yet to get a Latin name
like Loxdonta africana, have a tiny tusk not bigger than
than a bull's horn and feet too tiny to be made into an umbrella holder, but are sweeter looking, smell sweet, and have adorable eyes, their ears the size a dog's
flapping when the wind is strong.
Why should I care for the well-being of animals when
so many humans, like in Gaza have bombs thrown onto
their homes killing the children who like the elephants near my house only think of playing truants and eat
slices of bread with sugar on.
The Palestine people could have done as my elephants did, be docile to the people who destroyed their homes
be picturesque, when begging for food at the wayside
But no, they insist on getting their Savannah and as a result of this stubborn attitude only have themselves to blame when Nakba happens
I slept as time slipped quietly by
Was my slumber as deep as theirs
those youths of Eshab-i Kehf,
drifting through corridors of an ancient dream?
I forgot myself,
my name, my shape, my soul.
Memory vanished;
day and night faded into the same pale shade.
The world turned its tale,
weaving grief into the loom of history.
COVID devoured the breath of millions,
and still, I slept.
How many dawns passed? I cannot say.
In Palestine, they died,
And then I awoke.
But soon the air grew heavy,
Smoke thick with sorrow pulled me under again.
In that hush,
cries echoed through the void:
“End the war, stop the dying.
I can bear no more.”
Still, I lay
curled in the hollow of the earth,
while time stepped over me,
while time passed through me,
leaving a wonder I could not name.
Was I alive? Was I gone?
Or suspended between,
a guest of some ghostly dream?
My mind, a fractured mirror,
its pieces scattered in silence.
Fatigue, a fog pressed against the soul.
And here I linger still...
an aching wraith, a solitary watcher
at the fragile gate of sleep.
The girl of hold
Chest of devotion
Love of kindred spirits
Suicidal Vest
Mothers tear of the almighty
The girl cries
She cries like one hundred women at one
Where is the woman?
The girl cannot explode
Where is my anguish?
I am suicidal of devotion
God is one
But I am many
Help me
Don't leave me God
I rise above the sky
The Dome of the Rock seems insignificant
Western Wall of Muslima
Over the Western Wall to Muslima Freedom
As the Jews and Palestinians are one
Help me O'Mighty God
SUICIDE!
O'God
Lo peace
Men are but trembling
Jewish Child lifts a smile
The girl appears
Smiles back
She sees praying
Chanting of Freedom of Justice
Cities of unbelievable purity and peace
All smile at the purity of the suicidal muslima
Come to the one place of justice
Tears of power
The people fight
I am not worthy to kill here
God move me
I rise above the sky
I am a she
Beautiful sparkle of immense - God's will
God commands with the blessed girl
She wants to explore with God in his sights
She can't
The sparkle falls on the explosion on the unblessed Jews and Muslims
At each other's throat
I am not a woman without God
My purity means nothing
O'God you alone are pure
O'God bring me chaos
Bring me peace
Bring my brothers and sisters peace
Jew, Muslim and Christian
She lands
In Palestine
Alive and well
She sees Jew, Muslim and Arabs in one place at peace
Why oh why?
Strange concept?
What o why?
The girl she's God's grace
The peace in our hearts
Not in our minds
We are not evil
We see no evil
Purity is a fiction
God is true
You said it was 'simple tommy' a zionist to be.. If you thought Jews should have a homeland..Yet last time i noticed.' Simplicity, did not present to me.' I see it as a convoluted set up.' With con-vid arms
And coups..Subversion and 'deep agendas' drugs human traffiking, an evil stew.' I see there is much vying with some type of a 'cabal' creation of ( b l m ? ) by scoros; hell.! Then there are 'Jews.' For Palestine?' No mention of them ( no show
And tell.?) I just don't see this case as simple.' Maybe I'm not up to date.? Yet I
Just feel to raise a question.' Before all gets 'labelled, as simply' it was just; all in our fates.'
For all around, this world I can see
Destruction, betrayal as the impoverished plea
Palestine, Israel and these Belfast child's
A world of man, in destructive wild
We have been here
For millions of years
Why in over two thousand
We have many tears, and many fears
People became leaders, their population steered
An unknown word suppression, alleyed their fears
They were told what was right, told what was wrong
The unbelievers, well they never belonged!
In every society, there has been a written book
Through modern centuries, we have been told to look
And if we look, and these words have been found
Is is purely belief, or are these words so profound
I am no seer, but my eyes can see
My name is Semaj, and i have no plea
You are here today, respect your tomorrow
For my words above!
My entry into Matt Caliri contest " If i Could Talk to God "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-6.php
Reflection after Yule
So it is Tuesday after Christmas
today it a salad and water the diabetes
is not fond too much festivities
but it was fun when it lasted.
It is an overcast day matching my mood
having to bow to an illness.
Death on the roads have taken its toll
many car collision people driving too fast
wine makes many courageous
to reach a destination they will not enjoy
and it was so unneeded.
Back in Palestine that once went from Jordan
To the middle- sea many you freedom fighters
Have lost their life in the noble cause
Fighting for what was lost when the intruders came,
it is a David and Goliath war that only can
be won by cunning, and unheard goes the tears
of their mothers.