For my people....

 

What’s more painful then hearing the dead?

Like a terrible echo of a gun, to the sound of blood

 

Does greed supply your inner demise?

To consume the weak with your petty lies

 

Have you not lost all meaning of being sane?

Degrading one’s life like drops of rain

 

Blind to light, you fail to see

For your ecstasy has ridiculed thee

 

As hatred fuels the war

What can I desire more?

 

Of the innocent victims defending what is home

Home that was once Rome

 

Now a graveyard of ammunition

Can’t I just have a petition?

 

Against metal tires and nuclear warheads

Warheads made from the irony of the red

 

Blindly using the dollars of the rich and poor

To pursue their own agenda, what for?

 

The flag of rebellion plays majestically like a violin

To fight the persecution of their mother and sister, is that a sin?

 

Sad it is, but we will mature

Sad it is, but we will endure

 

Forever!

Author's Note

A poem for the people of Palestine. I wanted to show some little aspects of the side of Palestine in showing how sad of a situation they live in. I pray for their safety.

Reviews

[Victoria Harlequin]

Omnipotent. That's the one word that came to mind. Sad poem, but true.
Great write!

[Bud]

Yes, very sad situation. I like this poem. Powerful!