This poem was composed years ago at school to express love towards our nations:
To My Beloved Palestine
Why so sad and glum, Honey Palestine, why so sad?
Your Martyrs are glowing like a star in the night,
Arousing your desperate voice to thunder for fight!
Prithee, why so sad and your tongue is sending Light?!
In your eyes, I see the bizarre trauma calling us,
Kids barely behold a lonely bus
In your broken smile, I see the slashing breach,
As of late demolishing every single beach!
So Shy momy Palestine, I can no longer cry
My eyes are apt to heart wreckage,
Lying in no place, waiting the turn to die
I’ll try my best to clean you and so you sigh!
I will be beside you to the rest of my life,
No more sadness is going to count to five
Wish to water your soil with my own blood sea
So you can say: “My son really LOVES me!”
I like the spirit of childhood and loyalty and also science mind that you show in your blog.
ReplyDeleteBut the very touching subject rarely mentioned is Palestine the lost part of our Arabic soul .
I think all of us should mention Palestine and work to help the Palestinian people by money or words and even by our souls