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My sensitivity to different topics that I have in mind allows my heart to talk once more and cry ...

 

Destitution of humanity

 

 

My children! Oh my children! Peace to you is a foreign name.

Your land is torn apart every minute … every second.

They have made you orphans without any shame.

Justifying their crime … by fatalistic reason.

 

Your everyday life made out of misery.

One can not understand without living it.

Access to water, bread or electricity

Became a struggle … the world ignoring it.

 

They have bombed you to pieces, not even washing your stains.

Along with your lands … your means of living

Building their settlements … covering up your remains.

The world over watching … and not  reacting.

 

In your land you have lost all your rights.

Even to bring life in dignity

Mothers in labor, forbidden to get a pass

Losing their own lives … along with the baby.

 

And the list can go on…

More than often falling in deaf ears

The thought in my mind for so long

The outbreak of my helplessness … and tears.

Reviews

[free2bee]

As we look around this country which has never seen the devastation that war and conflict can bring, it can be easy to overlook the pain and hardship that those bring. Thank you for writing so eloquently about the consequences of those actions. I'm am as always, deeply moved by what you write.

Karen

[Bhavya Kaushik]

"The outbreak of my helplessness � and tears."

God! this is so beautiful, according to me this is your best work I have ever read!
Thank you for throwing some light on this sensitive topic...great work! :)