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Rated: · Poetry · Other · #1513875

A distant cry

My morning cup of coffee
Smells blood
And tomato sandwiches
A piece of flesh
I can't swallow
I can't breath
And I can't even move
Iam stuck somewhere
In my dreams Iam shattered by
Faraway babies screams
They keep on asking
Why all these suffering?
Crowds of helpless mothers
Like wandering gosts in streets
I feel myself a helpless creature
While picking my news paper every day
Again my coffee smells blood
Sandwiches pieces of hot flesh
Oh God of all religions
Save my trait in Gaza.
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