In Palestine

In Palestine, 

and I mean within 

the holy walls of mosques, 

prayers are incinerated

at dawn. 

I stand there collecting

the dismembered limbs 

of my people

while the world

watches behind 

screens. 

If moments of

silence were held

to honor our dead,

the world would be

silent indefinitely.

If I, too, shall go

amongst other casualties,

you must resist till 

my land is free.

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