i could hear the shrewd bombing above my head,
the streets boasted horrific blood stains where bodies laid,
i counted nineteen of them brothers and friends,
whose tears would forever cease to flow.
i watched as the survivors crawl from the blazing flames,
their faces fear stricken,
but mostly burnt beyong recognition.
still they clang to their precious lifes - it was the only thing they have left,
no wealth nor happiness net even food,
they just want to live to see a brighter day,
without wars and bomings
only peace, no pain.
where the Israeli and Palestinian come to become,
brothers - in heart, and in mind.
the men came to carry the bodies away,
everybody dissembled and went on with their lives,
the wreckage was left to burn,
leaving the air hazy and stale.
was the way of life,