defekted

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 carr