Mother Palestine

 

 

She held him close

Draped her black shawl

About his frail body

A tent warm and safe

 

So little so fierce

In his love for her

His father a martyr

Shot at the wall

 

A tent within a tent

Near the remains

Of their refugee home

Of crushed memories

 

Fighter jets streaked

Drowning out a helicopter’s

Whirl blades slashing the air

Into warring currents

 

Brave boy she thought

His sad eyes warmed

By her caress

Beheld her radiant

 

Snow melted in the flame

A campfire ablaze

Fed by the remains

Of broken hearts

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