Poem for Palestine

Rage and Hope for the Palestinians

I want to write about metaphors

about flowers in bloom

about skies full of stars

but the stars keep crashing down

setting the flowers ablaze

as powdered poison falls like snowflakes

and screams come from the belly of broken homes

I set here and watch

full of rage

and so full of hope

that one day from the ashes of rubble

after the tears for the martyrs have grown meadows in their place

and bombs no longer shower the ground

that freedom will fill the sky

and not shooting stars of empty promises