PalestineBehind the wall of eyesPalestine2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit waiting for the sun to set.
Peering out into the free lands
my timid heart fills with regret.
Behind me are brick cells,
they keep us from the cold outside.
Behind me are starving men,
and women with tear ridden eyes.
The sun glares as it descends,
and turns these houses into ovens.
Where our hopes turn to ashes,
and our children to their mother’s bosoms.
Behind the wall of eyes
that look but do not see
that we share in our pain,
our kindred misery.