A Poem about Palestine Every night in my hovel the bitter silence breaks pillars and the salt water of my tears seek their way to the trace less border of gloom and heart sickness. The confusion these days dont leave the lap of my thoughts. The darkness of my soul blend in concert with the dark curtains of night. I measure the steps of painful moments with the silent scales of despondency. With the nightmares that take me to the country of fire and smoke, I see a boundless calamity with no redress that engulfs the victim land of Palestine, and presses on the heart of the world caught within the heavy mountain loads of pain. Oh, now I doubt the signs of kindness and mercy that bring the flow of blood inside humans to the shore of aid and cooperation. Every smile is a poisonous arrow that at this sensitive juncture of blood letting times makes a target of the hearts of kind human beings. The pulse of injustice puts a lock on the door of faith. How can I believe in the altar of your beckoning and respect it? Palestine! The world circles around whirlpools of tears, mourning, and salutation for you. The chains of cruelty melt in the molten anvil of your patience into ashes. Continue to be patient and continue to fight, oh, forever hero!!! Nahid Ghazal July 25, 2014
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 15:38:33 +0000
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