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60 years passed for the occupation of Palestine , 10 years passed and am far away from my hometown Jerusalem , this poem was written in the 60 anniversary of the occupation.


Submitted:Oct 18, 2009    Reads: 152    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


The whole world couldn't hear the warm deep sigh ...
Of a senile man who laid alone in his tent ...
Pitched before sixty years that passed by ...
While thoughts & memories were just left ...

He lived in a pretty how much town ...
Had a wife that faint about her as mist ...
In a house with thatched roof like prince's crown ...
While pigeon's dander filled the place with peace and rest ...

Once, upon the middle of the darkest night ...
He waked upon a notorious thug's heavy footfall ...
Who stabbed his wife after giving her a terrible fright ...
Then he saw his kin marching to their death; one and all

He was forced out of his home ...
The town burned out and withered away ...
So he walked toward nowhere forlorn ...
Having the sky as sheet and sleeping over a hammock sway ...

He was forced out because of his natural good ...
And plots of nations living in the west ...
Admixed with smell of betrayal by brothers in blood ...
And the weakness hit the empire of the east in its chest ...

The years passed over and the senile man died in his tent ...
Buried with the key of his house over his chest ...
But I heard him saying before his last breath ...
The land is mine by a right, from birth till death ..





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