Gaza Speaks

By Nahida Exiled Palestinian

 I would love to write poetry about love, 
Paint rainbows and butterflies, 
Smell the scent of pink rose buds, 
And dance; 
Dance with the melody of jubilant bluebirds
I would love to close my eyes and see children smiling 
No guns pointing at their heads 
Tell them stories of lily-like fairies in far-away lands
 Not of bullets shrieking…. missiles exploding 
How can I? 
How can I? 

How can I?

 How can I? 

There is a dagger in my heart 
I am hurting 
 I bleed, 
I cringe 
I cry 

I am being slaughtered 
Under your watchful eyes
 I am cold… cold…. cold 
I cringe
 I cry 

Humanity, where are you? 
Why do you turn your face away? 
Why do you keep looking the other way? 
I am here
In Gaza’s alleyways 
Humanity, where are you?
 Look at me 
See me 
I am here 
In Gaza’s alleyways
 I cringe I cry
 Enough turning the other way ! 
Turning a deaf ear
 Turning a blind eye 

While I, and oh ! 
My poor children
Die . 

About uprootedpalestinians

A displaced Palestinian
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