The voice of Palestinian
words of a Palestinian who shade the light on some aspects of his country calamity




What would you feel if you were me?
Come near me and you will see
One whose house destroyed by tank
Whose crops spoiled by army rank

They took my son two days ago
You can imagine what I go through
The other one died in his mom's lap
He drew with his blood his country's map

His mom's look as bullet penetrated my heart
As if it blames me for keeping my mouth shut
The shell's resounding deafened my ear
But even infants forgot the taste of fear

We are tired of traveling abroad
Of making the street our abode
Our hearts consumed by homesickness
Our passport is  our long journey's witness

We are stuffed with politicians’ promises and poets’ words
Not always the pen is mightier than the swords
Only by force we will regain our sacked land
We will try even if we got nothing but bare hand
   
I have nothing to lose no other option to choose
I will  be suicidal and my raged blood I will soothe  

Not always the pen is mightier than the swords

لك كل الشكر على ما قدمت من إبداعات
ما آخذ بالقوة لا يسترد إلا بالقوة
دمت بمزيد من الود
أتمنى لك المزيد من النجاح و التفوق

  Thanks a lot it is kind of you to appreciate my work