Blood In The Lips Poem by Antonio Liao

the flesh smoke
of the gunpowder, terrify
the wind, the roar of the tank
hold every tree to die and
the sound of the birds conquer
the nest to leave

look up the clouds, the black smell
darken the land, and the
water dry run, while the desert laughs
and the sun
goes down; pity and mercy
lauded long everyday and night, even
the child laughter has never
seen in the dusty street

kept this silver for a free blood
and break the
solitude for a little happy day,
the hour has waited for
a century as it remembered each
flesh of decay of every
human race

morn not for today, the growing children
nay learn tomorrow
they open to be break, let me
show you the way
to catch a tender bird is but to leave it free,
spare no one and
it’s wings leaves beautifully glow and fly
into the infinite sky

stay my dear friend and find a lovely meadow
of green in the valley
of the abundant plain and always remember
that the withering Verdict everything is not
the end …..

“Poem and a prayer dedicated for a mutual
understanding of Israel and Palestinian people in
the Land of Faith “