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March 2008 Palestine
Miriam,
mother in Gaza,
seeing her young children
stumbling,
falling down
to the roar of Israeli-war-planes in the air.
Miriam,
kissing her dead sons eyes,
in that moment her universe fell.
Miriam,
I hear your voice
ever
in my bad dreams,
Miriam
calling Allah for justice,
screaming: Revenge,
crying in desolation.
And then
out come the gun-man,
the „terrorist“,
killing the settlers sons,
giving his own live
proudly
in memory
of all the Gaza-Ghetto’s
lost children.
*
March 2008 Palestine
Miriam,
mother in Gaza,
seeing her young children
stumbling,
falling down
to the roar of Israeli-war-planes in the air.
Miriam,
kissing her dead sons eyes,
in that moment her universe fell.
Miriam,
I hear your voice
ever
in my bad dreams,
Miriam
calling Allah for justice,
screaming: Revenge,
crying in desolation.
And then
out come the gun-man,
the „terrorist“,
killing the settlers sons,
giving his own live
proudly
in memory
of all the Gaza-Ghetto’s
lost children.
*