GAZAS CHILDREN Gazas children Are playing With real life bullets and bombs. Giggling in the narrow lanes, Laughing and playing as they run, Between wall less houses and ageless eons. Confronting tanks, Turned into human shields. Upon the wild beasts made of iron and fire, With their tiny hands, Casting stones. Molding their flower, butterfly and bird-colored childhood, Into history of barbarity and terror for the hereafter. Gazas children, Venture out with their school bags and books, Above them deadly war hawks cruise, Plunging down sporadically. And below the vultures salivate, Detecting odors of broken, fallen and bomb-blasted bodies. Gazas children, Shredded into tiny pieces they still live, Looking for their severed limbs, Eyes torn out of their sockets, Tiny little hands still holding toys, Looking at their mothers. Broken cars, torn clothes and soccer balls, Burnt arms and legs, mutilated dolls, Shoes, laces and socks, Bloodied fetuses peeking out of wombs Ask....... Which graves will conceive us now? Which school rolls will enlist our names? What world will have us as its citizens? Which paradise will embrace us? Holding torn pieces of our souls, Are we destined to return to this hell again? Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir English translation by Mashhood Elahi Khan
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 13:39:30 +0000