On the Siege – by Nesma Shabet, Year 9

Oh pity the childhood in this grieving land,
Oh tearful flower, withered in land of Palestine,
Oh fragrant perfume, buried deep underground by a cursed oppressor,
Uprooting innocence and stripping childhood in orchards,
Besieging the sun, and erecting a wall to shield the cursed,
Leaving us to wither to death in besieged Gaza,
Stripping us of the right to life, to well-being
Putting us through the ordeal, deprived of the rights of Humans,

No health care, no travel, no education,
All children of the world live well in peace, but not the children of Palestine.


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