Some Thing About Pain of Palestine

Something about the pain of Palestine from the perspective of a 16-year-old fighter

Blood dew drops from covers of martyrs graves

Dreadful fleecy clouds pour the tears that matter the most

Screams of destruction and oppression chatter in the dark sky except not in the globe of news

Vulnerable Delusion fills us whole

Pain drills inside our petite frames

Heart spills untold truth that may diminish the leftover sane

Crumbling, Mumbling, Collapsing, disintegrating pieces of our bombed warriors decaying in front of our houses

Still…. roaring volumes of bullets crashing the only intact window of my school destroying the last remains of institute continues…….

Something about the pain of that mother

Who lost her only daughter in the world

Something about the pain of that father

Who lost all his children alive

Something about the pain of that teacher

Who lost the only school that exists

Something about the pain of that little girl

Who lost her only parent left

Still many things left unexplained, unhindered, untouched… Somethings about the Pain of Palestine…………The Land of Soldiers……