Poem -
Palestine
I will build my house out of paper
fruits, hospitals,
schools. My mother,
my children will be made
out of paper and
the earth I walk on,
when I see it all burning rapidly
as the wind engulf
the flames spitting the fire along
the villages,
homes,
there will only be a pile of ashes
easily removed, with
a broom, there will be no
need for bulldozers or
funerals,
it will be all cleared in seconds,
I am tired of shrapnel,
debris, rubble, bloody hands,
body parts scattered along the
way, I would
make my origami for you
so you don't cry at night,
you'll understandÂ
more homes, women,
children, men
can be made out of paper,
again
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Comments
Sad...I think we are all tired of it Trinidad,Â
all wars should be banned forever and the very top leaders of opposing sides should be made to duel it our somewhere very quiet...let just one of two men die instead x
There should not be the need for war in this day and age ... you'd think .... and yet it here it is, raging in all parts of the world. Unfair arrangements over silly decisions made forever ago. Crappy leaders backed by even crappier ones. Nobody getting anywhere except blown up. I hate all this. Surely there are enough intelligent people on both sides who have the capacity to sit around a table and sort it. Either that or, as Marion suggested, leader vs leader ... man on man... winner takes all x
Thank you very much for your support. Let's call for a ceasefire now!