Hopefully we are all aware of the different wars happening around the world.
While one Apartheid was put to an end, one is still in existence.
I decided to write a short poem about Palestine. Hopefully, one day, soon, all the terror will be put to a stop!
(Feed back or criticism will be appreciated.)
I
wrote a letter to Benjamin Netanyahu.
Dear Mr Netanyahu,
Please give my brothers and sisters their land back.
Please stop attacking innocent lives and killing brothers who have to leave behind dependent children and dependent wives.
Please stop arresting our young ones, putting them in your prisons and facing them with your guns.
Please break down the walls, the watch towers and the checkpoints.
Please tell your illegal settlers to leave.
Mr Netanyahu,
Please stop shooting holes into the only few water drums that my brothers and sisters have left
And please allow aid to come through to Gaza.
Mr Netanyahu, please give something for my brothers and sisters to celebrate.
Dear Mr Netanyahu,
Please give my brothers and sisters their land back.
Please stop attacking innocent lives and killing brothers who have to leave behind dependent children and dependent wives.
Please stop arresting our young ones, putting them in your prisons and facing them with your guns.
Please break down the walls, the watch towers and the checkpoints.
Please tell your illegal settlers to leave.
Mr Netanyahu,
Please stop shooting holes into the only few water drums that my brothers and sisters have left
And please allow aid to come through to Gaza.
Mr Netanyahu, please give something for my brothers and sisters to celebrate.
Please
bring a smile to their face and let them believe they have a positive
fate.
Seconds later, Haifa, Ramallah, Hebron, all of it was Palestine again.
The land of Israel no longer existed - again.
There were more brothers on the streets again with their children and wives again.
Young ones were safely playing on the roadsides again.
There was no wall, not a single checkpoint and all the illegal settlers had taken their belongings and fled.
Water drums were full again and aid was allowed to come in to Gaza again.
My brother's and sisters were celebrating
And after a long time, they were smiling again.
But then, my mind became conscious and my eyes lids parted from the eye line.
Seconds later, Haifa, Ramallah, Hebron, all of it was Palestine again.
The land of Israel no longer existed - again.
There were more brothers on the streets again with their children and wives again.
Young ones were safely playing on the roadsides again.
There was no wall, not a single checkpoint and all the illegal settlers had taken their belongings and fled.
Water drums were full again and aid was allowed to come in to Gaza again.
My brother's and sisters were celebrating
And after a long time, they were smiling again.
But then, my mind became conscious and my eyes lids parted from the eye line.
By Salma Razia Khatun
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