The world turns, burning
spinning out of control.
Misguided men
fight for dominion of belief,
maps mistaken for doctrines
grasped for far too long.
Land
burned beyond recognition,
orchards turned to cinder,
doorways turned to ash,
in the name of all that is
holy and horrifying.
Water
fills with foreign objects
plastic, toys, splintered beams.
Letters never delivered,
pushed back to shore.
Air
acrid, noxious, toxic,
bonedust blended with gunpowder.
The sky, a mouth
swallowing prayers whole.
And the spirits hover over the ruins.
First words never spoken,
last words never heard,
a life that never took hold.
Palestine’s children deserve
to live, to grow, to be free.
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