10-12-2024, 02:22 PM
Too familiar with the places dirt collects,
we saw through the Western veil
how life began in the middle
of a murdering lie, wishing that still water
could excuse itself of carrying death.
The sky was always echoing with cries.
We've always heard the droning
machines forcing through our bodies
into Palestine. On the closest horizon,
from the suffering of our martyrs, children
to mothers, the sorrowful weeps, storms
pull in tides, the dirt collects.
we saw through the Western veil
how life began in the middle
of a murdering lie, wishing that still water
could excuse itself of carrying death.
The sky was always echoing with cries.
We've always heard the droning
machines forcing through our bodies
into Palestine. On the closest horizon,
from the suffering of our martyrs, children
to mothers, the sorrowful weeps, storms
pull in tides, the dirt collects.