For Palestine
10 000 deaths in 40 days
Witness the scale
Of destruction
Without even the space
To mourn
Names of your departed
Tucked within cold palms
Bodies wrapped in white cloth
Clasped in anguished arms
Families searching through
The wreckage
For the bodies
Of their loved ones
And when found,
Lay down and weep
And for a moment sleep
With the dead.
But, take heart
And remember that
Every body slain
Is the body of Palestine
And when it is laid
It will fertilise the soil
And the rain will
Transform your tears
Into clear water
And nourish the ground
From which a new nation
Will blossom.
Not a single ounce
Of blood was shed in vain.
Palestine,
Know that you do not fight alone
Your screams are heard
And echoed
Around the globe
By us, your allies
And the oppressed
We ascend the streets
Heavy with our pounding feet
Marching for a common creed
A thirst for liberty,
Hunger for land to raise our families,
A desire for self determination,
A craving for the recognition
Of our humanity.
These are the ‘’inalienable rights’’
proselytised by the guilty.
But they will not win
Our efforts will reach you
Carried by the wind,
Your children will laugh again
Jovial in their nescience
And the babies,
Sweet and supple,
Will wake from gentle dreams
And suckle once more
From your breast.
We will not rest
Until Palestine is free
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