nothing but the smell of death and the taste of salt
as tears drip down your cheek and blood down your forehead
the grit of dust grinding against your teeth
in the distance you can hear bombs then screams then more bombs
the sounds of pain sweeping the streets as mothers cry
surrounded by collapsed buildings and broken concreate
not even the birds sing anymore
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is a perspective a lens if you will into what a life in Palestine would be like right now
- Category: Sociopolitical
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