She wrote in her diary every night
When bullets passed by her window… she wrote
When Israeli soldiers killed her mother she wrote
She wrote of the horrors she sees
And the nightmares of flames and destruction
She the Palestinian child
Writes in her diary every night
To ease her enormous pain
To sedate her fears and nightmares
That little Palestinian child
Had died while writing in bed
From Israelis bulldozing her home
And now she lies in her tomb
Forgotten…as if she never existed
But her diary will carry on
The suffering of every Palestinian child
And now on her tomb Israeli children play
And sing with no worries of tomorrow
Where she once lived is confiscated
What are left from her family are refugees
And we continue to support Israel
With 10 million dollars a day!
And we continue to say
All humans are created equal
But continue to send to Israel
10 million dollars a day
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Just as the birds flutter their wings… care free
And the sky begs the sun to come out and wipe its tears
Palestinian women cry for their pain to be known
And the grieve and agony they suffer from the death of their born
Just as we enjoy a sip of coffee in the morning
While we enjoy the beauty of the flowers in the spring
And dance to the rhythm of the music while we sing
Palestinian women suffer every second of the day
And wish to be invisible or numb to all their pain
Just as we enjoy the peacefulness of a full moon
While we sit on our porch rocking our fancy chair
Palestinian women beg the foreign policies to be fair
And stop all the blood shed of the innocent and the young
But does this stop the earth from orbiting around the sun??
Or a Palestinian child getting killed by an Israeli gun??
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Sometimes tears have to drop
But too many tears turn into blood
Oh Palestine my ancestors’ land
Your earth has turned into red-colored sand
In it you have buried so many boys
Innocent, young still playing with toys
But their little hearts have turned into men
So fast before they had a chance to begin
A life like other men with family and kin
Born into their own country they face persecution
And live their lives full of confusion
Oh little boy playing with sand
Shot dead from snipers in your own land
Mother’s tears fall like razor sharp
Penetrating down deep with permanent scars
Oh world wake up his mother screams
Another atrocity with holocaust fears
Peace has been written in Rainbow colors
And doves are praying for all the mothers
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Sometimes tears have to drop
But too many tears turn into blood
Oh Palestine my ancestors’ land
Your earth has turned into red-colored sand
In it you have buried so many boys
Innocent, young still playing with toys
But their little hearts have turned into men
So fast before they had a chance to begin
A life like other men with family and kin
Born into their own country they face persecution
And live their lives full of confusion
Oh little boy playing with sand
Shot dead from snipers in your own land
Mother’s tears fall like razor sharp
Penetrating down deep with permanent scars
Oh world wake up his mother screams
Another atrocity with holocaust fears
Peace has been written in Rainbow colors
And doves are praying for all the mothers
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Do not deprive me from that gentle smile
For I’ve been debating weather to live or die
Heaven shakes when I see that face
And makes me optimistic that there will come a day
Full of laughter, and then my sorrows will dissipate
So do not take away from me that gentle smile
I promise you that I won’t get in your way
But make me choose to live rather than to die
And let me look forward to that special smile
To lift me up when I’m feeling down and depressed
For God in heaven had made my heart compressed
And filled it up with sorrows and distress
I make my plea through the silent night
When my aching soul is about to flee
The sadness and loneliness it is a witness to
To God I pray to fill my life with light
And take away from me the loneliness of the night
Happiness is bound to visit me one day
So ‘till then I plea, in God’s name, to humor me
And not take that gentle smile away from me
Gloomy place I look at… full of darkness
Crows linger by… with no smile… full of madness
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Passing by the valley of the night
And all the flowers tilt their heads for me
Drooping full of sadness and loneliness
In that valley of that lonely night
Forsaken as the trees forsake their leaves in the fall
And the unfaithful tears when they fall
Like rivers streaming hot through the muggy night
And the embedded echoes of sorrows and woes
My kids have forsaken me and have grown
And left me with empty arms… all alone
I think of the days that they were by my side
With warmth and love we cuddle up side by side
Reading bed time stories and talking of that day
Why can’t we go back and live in the past
And keep our children from growing so fast
Now that you both have grown into men
Are so far away from me but I can’t forget
All the beautiful days we spent together
No matter how much I try and you try
You are from me and always will be so loved
So don’t forget, no matter how much you’ve grown
I still see you the kid who needs me, my babies… My own
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Down by the river of tears
she the mother knealed
and grasped the dirt between her hands
Then planted a flag of peace
Her heart wrenched with fear
when remembering her indelible dreams
She the mother grasped
Frantically her last child
...Rocks... gunfire...bloodshed
Tombs filled with children...
She looked up to the sky
and wished to be with her children
...Then remembering her last child
Gazed desperately into the Horizon
and shouted a piercing sentence
Stop killing our children
stop killing our children
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Writer by : Laila Yaghi
Noha Muhammad ( Hot Ice )
Home 
Latest images 
