Drastic
******I was sure the world is flinching of justice
I was one hundred percent
Confident that the world's leaders
Are drastic
Towards my wounds
And their hearts
Are covered by a hard mastic
Watching my fear
Roaring
Smiling
It's their
Atmosphere
Acting happy
Batting their asses
By their farewell in their destiny
Calming the terror of Israel
It is ok my dear
For killing the pure innocents
In me
Accusing my little pure hands
By there dirty smear!
Playing the roll of freer
In hearts of laden plastic
Drastic
Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2009-01-12 at 17:56
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