Palestine
May 8, 2017
The World goes dark
Their gunshots are their lullabies
Explosions go on and on
Illuminating the dark and sour skies
Their gunshots are their lullabyes
Their backyards are their battle grounds
Illuminating the dark and sour skies
Scrambling feet against the destructed floors
Their backyards are their battle grounds
Our 9/11 is like their 24/7
Scrambling feet against the destructed floors
Tears racing down their faces in place of their lost ones
Our 9/11 is like their 24/7
Looking towards the heavens
Tears racing down their faces in place of lost ones
One can’t see anything except for glimpses of scenes
Looking towards the heavens
Explosions go on and on
One can’t see anything except for glimpses of scenes
The world goes dark
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