Child in the occupied homeland
Child in
the occupied homeland
Sameer
Dwaikat
1
Somewhere In Nablus, in Palestine, Child in
the occupied homeland
Nearly
seventy years ago, no dreams
No hope,
just, massacres of occupation
Bloods in
streets,
Burn the
of olive trees
Destroyed
the schools,
The life
stop, as the traffic stop on downtown
All the
years, the child is waiting the moment
They are
not coming
Just
promise
Just they
are speaks
Peace
process, not true peace
He is
still looking for the nice dreams
Dark
future
With no
good life
2
Neither
child nor yet man
Just
broke body
What can
it possibly mean, maybe bad life?
Smoke sky
Land
hungry
No water
to take cup
The
strangers stole many things, I can take
3
Now, I
think, we are lost every things
Just
waiting to listen for bad things
It’s not
hope
Or
someway, but, junk way
The
people are losing every day
Leaders
are win, in positions, salaries, cars, dollars, much more
But,
where is me?
Where I
can go
The brain
will die
The roads
are closing in my face
Despite,
I will never cry, never blind
That’s my
true homeland
Look to
me, give me rights
4
In UN
issued the decisions with no results
Just Ink
on papers
News on
T.V
They say
I am terror
The
occupiers are heroes
What I
can say to Gaza children?
Is that
true, peace true?
International
Law, or forests law
Face me
with true tears, true eyes
Child not
child, but hearts are breaking
5
Our
friend say simply, we are true not you
The state
occupied is terror
Look for
the rules in UN charts, laws
What I
can say, to my sons and daughters, if they ask?
I can say
there no true peace
But,
criminals by occupation rules
I am
child but not child
I have
dreams
I hope in
good life
No things
others
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