by Taymaz Valley30 Jul 2014
Bombs come screeching through the air,
they fall effortlessly discriminately,
because they were aimed with extreme
The pretext is simple and effective:
look at all the rockets…
look at all the tunnels…
look at all our fear stricken childre…
I don’t think I can say that word,
I don’t think I can mention them
without drawing blood in the sand.
I don’t think I can say their names
without the rubble,
without wrecking the schools,
without demolishing the hospitals.
The blood will dry,
but these wounds will never heal,
they have been dug deep into the world,
they have been scarred permanently on our skins.