Tears of my mother
my palestinian mother
I have no way to console my mother’s tears
to answer my grandfather’s endless dreams
what a disgusting world
to die with nothing but dreams, not even the head where those dreams born
dreams become rubble
life becomes death, which places you amongst the heavens
my mother cries,
I tell her look to the sky and count the stars.
she cries,
and all I am left with is the feeling of my grandmother’s rage
Really impressive poem to show the grief and anger of our poor Palestinian brothers and sistets, yes its true, all Palestinians, who are become the victim of Israel's horrific sacred war are becoming stars on the sky, they are bright like the stars, they have anger like the stars have fire