Fade Them Away

by Maher   Jun 20, 2021

Fields of olives grow under abundant sun
granting oil as golden as the light they drank.
Fertile lands of plenty spread in luscious plains,
the only pain being that of honest work.

Structures as old as Christ himself
stood proudly, shared, once upon a time,
where neighbours would break fast at dawn
and in the evenings laugh and dine.

Then an accord was struck by outside hands
that this blessed land would be re-zoned
through the blood of Nakba, an apartheid state,
expelling millions from their homes.

Checkpoints thrive where fields once did
with prisons and children's bones.
Obey the laws that bind the tongue
as they settle in your homes.

"If I don't steal it, another will"
Is the reason that they give.
Hush my child, the toys you loved
now slave for other kids.

Division bombs from fighter jets
taste buildings as they fall.
Women, children, old or sick,
no care for them at all.

In a strip, they're kept,
cordoned off by air, land and sea.
An open air prison
even the blind could see.

Rations scantily counted;
food enough for half.
Words met with rubble,
tears and blood.

Calories numbered,
culled when ever they breed more.
Severed from the world.

But courage brings hope.
This will not last much longer.

Prepare for a fall.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I clicked 'Like' because you have given a real emotional voice to this terrible injustice and i hope somehow those who should step up.

    Well done - unless someone beats me to it, i will nominate this tomorrow.

    • 2 years ago

      by Maher

      Thank you, my friend. It means a lot to me that the message got through. I hope they step up too.

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