POEM: PALESTINIAN BOY

 













I am just another Palestinian boy,
Living under the same bright blue sky.

Grown up with endless sorrow all around,
Restless from inside, helpless on ground,

Our homes are now debris and mound,
My friends and brothers are still not found.

My loved ones are killed in front of me,
Some are lost, and some are still not free.

You never know which one is your last day,
Everything just gets dirty, stormy and gray,

Drone and armed attacks every day,
You are not given a chance for something to say.

I may be killed in the near future,
Or will be left helpless with a body of suture.

Life ended for the dead, cursed for left behind,
Beaten up, physical abuse, all this sh*t in mind.

Screams, sorrows, don’t let me sleep,
Soul is hurt; wounds are deep.

I have to survive; I got to keep,
We have to live hidden in our own street.

Days are spent hiding underneath,
Not enough air to speak or breathe.

I have not slept for a long time,
and lost everything that was once mine.

Hungry for days, someone quench my thirst,
Oh, not me! Help my friends first.

Streets are filled with scrap and corpse,
Tears fall down like summer raindrops,

Dust in the air, no field, no crops,
Burned out houses, buildings, and shops.

Eyes are wet in response to the pain,
Days are shivery; no shelter from the rain.

No sweater or blanket to save me from cold,
I am left alone; I am just 7 years old.

What did I ever do to someone?
These were my days to play and have fun.

My fault is that I belong to a Muslim family,
I too have the right to live freely and happily.

Wishing someone would come and end this curse,
Nothing is helping—praying to God or a Holy Verse.

I just can hope for the good days to come,
and the world will no longer treat us like scum.

May Allah awaken our Muslim community,
Divided in sects may come to our deliverance in unity.

This hope keeps me going every day,
Fresh grass will grow again on this hay.

Dust and dirt will be cleansed after a rainy-day,
and the Rainbow will come out of the gray,

Someone will come and end this pain,
The sun will glow and shine on us again.

I will live again with endless joy and laughter,
I hope I’ll live happily ever after.

Allah will soon end these trials,
We will be recognized after never-ending denials.

We will finally be free one day,
Allah will send His blessings our way.

Insha’Allah!

Poet: Syed Omair Bukhare
Organization: Rational Islam
Related Links: linktr.ee/omairbukhare

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