He puts his weapon in

          The hall

           Squeezing his little one    

           So tightly that tears

            Begin to fall

He puts his weapon in the hall

                    Goes to his wife

                     Who is quivering with

                      Anticipation

He puts his weapon in the hall

 Smiles and tears

  rain down on hi...

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Famine is dark

On an empty stomach

There there, we are

Listening to you

In the morning

We look around

But there is nothing

Under the burning sun

There there, we are

Thinking of you  

We rush to aid

But lose both of you

Shot in the back   

I sit here

And my eyes close

There there,

Can you hear us?

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Every time I let the tap run, I feel guilty

Every time I fill my belly, I turn away from the screen.

Every time the key clicks to my door, I can open and walk around.

But you and yours are raised to the ground.

No guilt from those who cheer on your genocide.  

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Everyday someone is Killed on your street. . .

No one says or does anything to help . . .

It’s not your street. . .

But everyday someone is killed on a Gaza Street   

A human being  just like you and me

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