SISTER : TIAIBA IMANE
Just as a hero’s shoe lowered the greatest leader’s head, so our stones will lower your necks. You might think that our broken houses and bleeding rivers will force as to leave, no they became our holy graves, and the more bodies you kill, the more disturbing souls you invite to your houses ;sorry I mean your living graves because we dwell our land Palestine both alive and dead. But “ No wonder that…”.
No wonder you are always hungry as you are cannibals….
No wonder you are blood thirsty as you are Vampires….
No wonder you have no religion as you are prophets’ killers…
No wonder you live in fear, though you are free, as you have jailed right killed liberty…
No wonder you taste no rest as the innocent spirits will always bother your sleepiness…
No wonder you dwell in others houses as you owe no land and no shelters…
No wonder you fear death as the holy soul won’t embrace bad-smelling and dirty bodies
No wonder you fear night as your oppression sees no light…
No wonder you surround yourself with hard arsenal as peace is your sharp enemy…
But all the wonder is that your weapons fears Palestinians stones and fire games….
And Only one word shakes your spirits …”God is the Greatest… God is the Greatest”…
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