Our throats,
Are parched.
Our babies
Dead.
Our tears,
Dried.
We smile,
Through
Bones
& Debris.
For tears
& laughter
Has dried
Away.
We smile,
At life,
To embrace
Death.
For the world,
Does not listen,
To our cries.
Of hunger,
Death & pain.
Our voice,
Is a mere smile,
A mere whimper,
That must one day,
Become the hope,
For the ones
Who might live,
Upon our graves.
As our dried bones,
Slowly rot away,
& flesh gradually
Fades.
Remember o humanity,
Nothing ever truly
Remains.
Everything is a mere,
Whimper...
A mere whisper,
Of truth & reckoning.
Soon ye shalth
See.
End
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Subject: A soul poetry on Gaza and it's plight.
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