Palestine is my red
Bleeding home
The saddest place
I have ever known
I hold my house's memory
And read my soil's book
Every moment
I squeeze my heart alone
My tears drop like a waterfall
When I see my home's
Trees
Children
Babie


Ahhhhhhh .....My Home Palestine


Palestine is my red
Bleeding home
The saddest place
I have ever known
I hold my house's memory
And read my soil's book
Every moment
I squeeze my heart alone
My tears drop like a waterfall
When I see my home's
Trees
Children
Babies
Mothers
Fathers
When I see them
Fall
Like the sweat drops
Rushing down
From a bride's face
During love and hate
goal
But they all
Surprise the whole
Roll
When they return
To stand in the wind
Strong and tall
Though
all the
Bulldozers
The 5-16
The cluster bombs
Bend in shame
Seem very small
******




Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2008-12-28 at 23:51

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sorry about that I thought you were knew. OOoops.
2008-12-28



welcome to poetbay. I liked reading your work and hope to see more soon.
2008-12-28