By Fadia Bint Ismail

(A poem i wrote about Palestine)

The wailing cries of those displaced lives.

Why do they have to die? Children gather food, picking crumbs up off the ground.

Mothers crying having lost their children.

The burning, aching pain tearing them apart.

Smoke and fire disbursing. Buildings falling from every corner.

How will it be rebuilt? Hope and faith lost. Lives lost.

Children seeking shelter in the gutters. Trying to find shelter trying to hide from the bombs that are falling.

Amidst the rumble, dirt and bodies piling up.

People gather praying to Allah. Their faith strong no matter what has gone wrong.

Hoping to be released from this oppression.