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.
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Author:
Sylva (Pseudonym) (
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
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Comments3
A poem that bleeds and speaks for the wounded and dead, the abandoned and lost. A sad poem that extends a hand of hope. Nicely written
TY
Most welcome
I sincerely hope peace can somehow be found on all sides and quickly, nicely expressed and written
ty
You are very welcome
Great write
ty
You're welcome
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