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Julian Delia Sep 2018
PART II: A GLASS CEILING DRIPPING WITH BLOOD

Mohanad Younis, of Gaza City;
Where the sand is stained with blood
As the world feigns pity.
Broken families, unspoken tragedies –
The order of everyday life.
He was born amidst chaos and strife,
To a divorcing husband and wife.

If life were lived in peace,
This dissolution would’ve been a release.
Not much more, not much less –
A family’s lore, a decision to digress.
In war-ravaged land, however,
One needs every helping hand,
Especially a soul that was so clever.

Such a curious, voracious mind needed to understand;
A furious, rapacious search,
Unexplained conundrums to unravel and unwind.
Why do we exist?
Why do we fight and resist?
Is it worth living with all these scars on my wrists?
Does anybody outside Palestine care?
Will they keep on watching?
Or will they be unable to bear?

Of this and much more Mohanad must’ve thought,
As he sat at the Marna House Hotel,
Smoking cigarettes, freshly bought.
A student at al-Azhar, a mild-mannered pharmacist,
A prudent man who would have gotten far.
An admirer of Bassel al-Araj, another victim of oppression –
An inspirer, a brother who alleviated his depression.
Hunted down and killed by the IDF,
Another pacifist murdered for being an activist.

One figure of many who died;
One of those who did not want to hide.
Mohanad wasn’t a resistance fighter –
He felt that such persistence did not make their burdens lighter.
Instead, he wished to make his mind brighter,
And perhaps have family of his own.

He was in love, and wanted to get married,
But life was rough, and warranted a future far more harried.
The final twist of horror?
Having the intellect to apply for University,
And deserving the respect needed to obtain a reply,
Yet not being allowed to leave the city.
That is the news Mohanad had received,
Hopes and dreams suddenly deceived.
Denied a right to education
Because he was born on the wrong end of a cruel fabrication.
The glass ceiling, dripping with blood,
Swallowed his hopes whole like a flood.
Self-explanatory, at this point. Refer to Part I if you're confused...
Karl Warren Apr 2015
Drip, drip, drip.
Something falls on the floor.
Something is loaded.

Click, it's a clip.
A hammering on the door.
Something exploded.

Skip, skip, skip.
Kids play outside, class is a bore.
"That's so gay," the older ones goaded.

Slip, it's a pistol grip.
Kids fight outside, it's all blood and gore.
"That's so gay." His sanity eroded.

Whip, whip, whip.
A prisoner screams, tell me more.
Broken, his ****** body corroded.

Flip, it's a jeep by the gaza strip.
It's not worth it, the leader's a *****.
The refugee food unloaded.
Akemi Dec 2014
Two thousand years
Regressing past the cross
Lead bites bitter as bronze
Gaza rages

The brimstone and fire you promised
You delivered
Apostle bound crusader
Jewish Lucifer
7:08am, December 16th 2014

You ******* hypocrites.
Lauren Cole Sep 2014
The war over Gaza,
An age old battle,
With news became new,
Missiles flew,
Children's parts blew from one end of the walls to the other,
A daughter without a mother,
What have we done,
When will it end,
This war,

it dumb
Akemi Aug 2014
Everyone’s sleepwalking through city square
It’s twelve fifty seven
And seventy families have bled black against Israel’s rockets

Come Sunday morning
The drunks in my hometown
Will be too hungover to recognise their own faces
While Palestinians across the world
Will have to sort through the bones of dead relatives

This country was built on colonial empathy
Freedom from suffering through self-absorbed apathy

We’re all sewn to our seats
Caring for nothing
12:57am, August 27th 2014

There are things of greater importance than ourselves that need addressing. Like the genocide of Palestinians, and the media blackout of it.
Majd Al Deen Aug 2014
I closed the door
And sit on the floor
Looking through the window in the wall
To the tree leaves in the fall
To the kites that fly and soar
Suddenly, the wind started to roar
And gently went through my soul
Whistling in my ears like a call
Talking, as it referring to us all

Saying: please no need to fear
I am just looking for someone to hear
All those houses humans tear
All those children that can't bear
All that blood, all that fear
Or that killing atmosphere
Children are killed with joy and jeer
They are helpless and got nothing to wear
Why they can't veer
And live along with cheer
Why justice can't appear
But after all that, children never sear
They still stand and rear
Defending themselves without a gear
Please do something my dear

Its breeze was clean and cool
Dancing with paper and wool
Playing with water in the pool
Whom I kidding, I am not a fool
All that children, all that poors
I wrote this poem for the children that are slaughtered and killed in Gaza...may God be with them <3
Omega Aug 2014
Women are crying blood instead of tears
children are hunted like lions hunt deers
they don't even get a chance to plan for their careers
isn't that a big burden for them to bear ?!

Apparently , these aren't our interests to think about ..
Oh come on guys ! There still lots of movies and football matches to watch out !
Really , isn't he your brother who screamed loud ?
Asking; where are u brother ? I'm freaking out
He could hardly beleive you're leaving him to die out !

For how long will we pretend being deaf and blind ?
Are u waiting to hear the news notifying u the death of ur close friend ?
have u ever tried to think about the tough time he spent ?
and what did he do to have such an unmerciful end  ?
Now raise your hands and ask Allah to have their nation mended ..
This at least will releive their problems and save them from that tormentful current
Sameer Denzi Jul 2014
When I witness a child
being blown to shreds
by a smart bomb sent
by the superior race

How do I justify it?

What crime can I accuse it of
What ill fate can I blame it on
What scripture can I quote from
What politics is it guilty of

How do I dehumanise it
How do I make it impersonal
How do I wash my conscience of its blood
How do I prevent myself from asking...

Would I be indifferent if it was my child?
Viva Gaza
--x--
"the superior race" does not apply to a race of people, but to those who believe themselves to be superior
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