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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