شاعرة فلسطنية صاعدة واعدة

I woke up in that dark midnight
And to a sacred land I took a flight
I landed there and glanced a light
I hurried at once to check the sight


A group of children I have seen
Drawing and painting they have been

?But can you imagine what was it all about

My lord!! They are drawing on the streets
I am sure, no papers or notebooks, no sheets
Little lads are protesting and others remain on seats


Portraying by their delicate hands a situation totally unsettled
Forced on their country by savage groups, mentally crippled


They threw their pure innocence and childhood in a big prison
Deprived their very simple rights and needs which must be given
Pitifully, the rights became dreams and all are being
forgotten


Can you just imagine

??!!

It was an honor to witness small kids transforming into great men

They raised their voices , defended themselves very peacefully
So, will we, Muslims, hear their voices and act accordingly
Or pretend we are deaf and prove that we also live blindly!!

will you answer.....


written by

Bodour Awad Hajeir
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Shining Moon