Gaza Poem by Muflih Nurshiyam
Gaza
The rockets are marching along
the eastern shore of
mediteranian sea.
tearing the poor bodies
and blowing their souls
with the desert sand
washing them with the gusting wind.
The bombs are blasting
blowing the children's ears
forcing them to sleep
in the exploded graveyard
and scattering their soul
in the dark sky.
January 2009
A little poem like this should reverberate around the world as an indictment to those who choose to inflict inhumanity to mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 4:08:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This little poem can go a long way for it holds the reality of the world we live in. Good job, Muflih! By the way, if you have time, comment on my poem Duniaku, Duniamu. Keep it up!