Not very long ago; In a land not so far away;

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Do you hear the rubble cry?
Do you hear the stones scream?
Lullabies buried mid-sentence...
Dead while between dreams...

Kids who never woke from slumber
Gone are the eyes that burned like stars
Infants who never made it to summer
Living in the middle of war

Living through things too violent for fantasy...
Do you really still believe in humanity?
Buried with so many dreams,
Nowhere but in a land called Palestine.

  • Author: Sylva (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2025 03:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 2
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