A percentage of me has to hell been consigned by the ever raging zionists' war machine. To each livid soldier, a mandate is assigned to uproot terror where multitudes are confined. Torrents of explosives have swept my landscapes clean. Churches, mosques, schools have all to mighty vengeance bowed. Stricken mothers wail uncontrollably aloud. Itinerancy pervades my horror stricken crowd, whilst my kids toy with explosives, carnage and ruin. Survivors will take shelter from snipers shooting death balls and lead from peevish and portable guns. Horror unprecedented the people outruns. I have metamorphosed to nothing but a morgue. Lice and bugs have infested hoodies lined with borg. Disease and maimed limbs have no remedies in sight. Let not the world be unmoved by my sorry plight. Why must I this price pay for a thousand or more killed? My morgues are beyond their capacity filled. The deaths of innocents are nothing but unjust. My once-populated streets have been turned into dust.
Another round in the age old conflict with the people of Gaza in the crossers. Betrayed by their own people who think they can inflict pain and hardship on a far greater foe that has lost all patience with terror strikes, kidnapping and prisoner exchange.
Your vivid words poignantly describe the plight of the poor people of Gaza who want nothing more than to live out their lives peacefully and prosperously as they can in a land imprisoned by powerful and controlling neighbor. Virtually all gone now under the wasteful power of war. Over 20,000 dead and counting.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Your vivid words poignantly describe the plight of the poor people of Gaza who want nothing more than to live out their lives peacefully and prosperously as they can in a land imprisoned by powerful and controlling neighbor. Virtually all gone now under the wasteful power of war. Over 20,000 dead and counting.
Ron