This is the song?
The song of freedom that can never be hear,
Only the sound of ruination keep playing,
This war is endless.
Sshh.I'm here for you,
Oh my dear,let me wipe your tears,
Your hand is too small,yet it holding such a huge weapon,
Where's the humanity that we keep sing about??
How strong you are to face this huge test,
You, are such an innocent child,
A bullet in your forehead,
Is that what we called as HUMANITY??
You deserve to be in the Paradise dear,
O Allah, please,please place all our heroes,
In the place that You have promised,
Which is the beautiful Heaven.
Aamin Ya Rabbal Alamin.
* This is my response towards Naomi Shihab Nye's poem, All Things Not Considered. When i read this poem, my mind keep not stop from imagine how was my brothers and sisters doing in Palestine while i am here, in this peaceful country. So, i start google for the news in Palestine, and suddenly I saw the picture of a child with a bullet on his forehead. It makes me really upset and angry towards the heartless people there.
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