The Sky Thick With Smoke And Blood Vapours
The sky thick with smoke and blood vapours,
Izrael breathes fire, the earth ablaze.
I hear the whispers of Izrael, feel the dread,
The voices calling for the dead children.
My bare feet tread the rubble of broken homes,
This place was once a paradise I’d known.
Now it’s a graveyard, a cremation ground,
Where even silence seems to mourn.
The men are slain, their eyes gouged out,
Their bodies fallen like eucalyptus trees.
I hold my breath, I hide my tears—
What hell can be more real? It\'s here.
The walls around me crumble and crack,
I try to run, but my legs are broken.
The roar of guns is loud and deafening,
Like thunder when children jam—
their fingers into their ears.
The world’s too big, the sky too wide,
And yet, nowhere to take refuge.
Even my neighbor shuts the doors.
The dark is close, it’s breathing loud,
I’m just a shadow, lost in the crowd.
I close my eyes and taste the fear.
The bombs still fall, the darkness near.
One day before, I had a name—Palestine.
Now I’m a shadow, but still I shall rise,
Like a Phoenix from the ashes.
MyKoul