Valentine's Day in Gaza
a poem for Palestine
Palestinian Poppies
Memories, not love
I want to write a poem about love
but in the rubble of your home
where the poppies I gave you were left to die
where the sun that broke through
showed hands sprouting and not flowers
all of our beautiful memories, planted in the ground in which you returned
Palestine was my first love
now painted in stolen memories and blood
that fills the river, red
where the poppies used to grow
Such a poignant and fitting poem for today.
The red colour of valentine's day has a duel meaning. Whilst in the US and UK loved ones are getting red roses the Palestine and Gaza inhabitants are covered in their own red blood from Israeli bombs and gunfire or torture.
All with help from the countries that support the genocide in 2024.
When will they have delivered enough blood to them to finally stop???
If our governments won't stop then the citizens will protest against them until they do