I thought the world would wake-
To laugh and munch another year’s cake.
I thought it would be the sound of fire arms-
Which kids chase themselves with without harms.
But the cry of a mother-
With a blood stained child on her arms,
And a father in the rubbles of his shattered home,
As mortar of birds hover around the cities of Gaza and Israel.
Let the world hear, another year and another fear,
Is what we have bathed ourselves in.
Man! Oh men of the world.
It’s too early to settle scores with swords.
This blood bath, this trauma-
Will bring the human race nothing but doom.
Why leave scars of hatred on our kins- to carry about on their skins?
Is this a contest of the most powerful?
I can hear the clicking of guns and not glasses-
And men making a toast to crime.
I can’t see wine or water,
But stream of blood and brutality.
When will we sit and tell tales of glamour
And not stories of our follies and woes?
Bulls no longer graze the farmlands
Armored tanks have taken up their place.
No more farmers to cultivate the crops
But soldiers of war trimming and killing
As every pieces drop-too scared to look death in the face.
“We will kill them back when we grow”
Innocent children vow to avenge every wrong-
And make them reap every seed they sow,
Those who maimed their friends and fathers.
Fire in the air!
Sound of death everywhere
On houses, on mosques and hospital
Rains of bomb too horrid and suicidal.
Across the meadows, and the once peaceful valley
Is no more a safe haven, but a dreadful alley.
Souls are falling, soles are bleeding.
Still the world looks on.
Spirits are rising
Far from earth a brother is gone-never to return.
Dear Gaza and Israel
Let your children sleep and snore.
This gospel of callousness they want no more.
This atrocity will bring no laurel,
But thorns of discord and disdain.
To laugh and munch another year’s cake.
I thought it would be the sound of fire arms-
Which kids chase themselves with without harms.
But the cry of a mother-
With a blood stained child on her arms,
And a father in the rubbles of his shattered home,
As mortar of birds hover around the cities of Gaza and Israel.
Let the world hear, another year and another fear,
Is what we have bathed ourselves in.
Man! Oh men of the world.
It’s too early to settle scores with swords.
This blood bath, this trauma-
Will bring the human race nothing but doom.
Why leave scars of hatred on our kins- to carry about on their skins?
Is this a contest of the most powerful?
I can hear the clicking of guns and not glasses-
And men making a toast to crime.
I can’t see wine or water,
But stream of blood and brutality.
When will we sit and tell tales of glamour
And not stories of our follies and woes?
Bulls no longer graze the farmlands
Armored tanks have taken up their place.
No more farmers to cultivate the crops
But soldiers of war trimming and killing
As every pieces drop-too scared to look death in the face.
“We will kill them back when we grow”
Innocent children vow to avenge every wrong-
And make them reap every seed they sow,
Those who maimed their friends and fathers.
Fire in the air!
Sound of death everywhere
On houses, on mosques and hospital
Rains of bomb too horrid and suicidal.
Across the meadows, and the once peaceful valley
Is no more a safe haven, but a dreadful alley.
Souls are falling, soles are bleeding.
Still the world looks on.
Spirits are rising
Far from earth a brother is gone-never to return.
Dear Gaza and Israel
Let your children sleep and snore.
This gospel of callousness they want no more.
This atrocity will bring no laurel,
But thorns of discord and disdain.
copyright lekezeal 2009
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