The tears of Palestinian children
The prime minister of the Zionist regime, I mean Israel, walked in a unity march against terrorism
You could feel the 2200 murdered Palestinians turn in their graves
Each drop of their blood boiled when they felt the intensity of the irony
How can you walk in a march about terrorism when you have thousands of dead bodies at the bottom of your feet?
Do not act like an advocate for freedom when you stole it from hundreds of children
You cannot hide it anymore, we have thousands of body bags to testify
Palestine has always been victim of identity theft and stolen land has never been to fond of its founders anyway
Palestine is a country that has more grave stones then homes
Little boys and girls travel from one broken house to another, to realize that the grave is their home
It is not considered living when death becomes a lifestyle
Palestine’s homes crumbled as showers of rockets leveled its land
Palestinian mothers saw their children cry tears like rainstorms
You see, umbrellas can withstand the rain but they can’t soak up the rockets
A mother’s heart can handle the tears but cannot protect them from the rockets
A mother’s heart is not just another piñata these tyrants can chew on
Palestinian children lost hope because Israel bombed that too
Tears became their fire escape
Tears are like the moon on a starless night; they shine when darkness surrounds them
Tears no longer meant loneliness when they accumulated into an ocean
Tears were the only answer to tyranny
Tears are the only cause of a revolution
Their tears caused an uprising in Muhammad’s nation
These words are the aftermath of their tears and I wrote until their tears became my ink
These words will continue to speak for all those who have gone silent
The Freedom of Palestinians lies in our voices
Let’s swallow some bravery and let power bind to our tongues as we speak up for those whose mouths have been forcibly shut
Let’s speak for those whose lives depend on the recognition of justice
On July 16th, 2014 four boys by the names of Ismail, Mohamed, Zakaria, and Ahed were peacefully playing soccer on the sands of Palestine
Each one was as innocent as a daffodil, until they became victims of war
Missiles rained on them until their names vanished into the silence of corruption
They were deemed criminals because their skin was just not light enough
A man was asked why it was okay to kill innocent Palestinian children, he answered by saying, “they all have the potential to become terrorists”
Is it fair to kill every American because they have the potential to become insane?
Is it fair to kill every Jew because their fathers carry ghosts of Palestinian children in their dirty smirks?
This is what happens when power meets arrogance
Power is the root of all evil but arrogance is everything that it grows into
Arrogance is dark
It’s a venomous trait, carried by deviant excuses for humans
A disease so widespread, so untamable; it attacks those who invite its company, and those who sniff it’s sweetness, fall for the devil’s scent of victory
Arrogance is treason to one’s innocence
It is betrayal
Arrogance is a thief that robs the last spec of humanity left in a person
How else can a man look into the eyes of a child and see a coffin?
