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Gaza, where peace begins
Where peace begins
In the ugly streets of Gaza City, I lay on my back, snipersī fire hit the wall behind me, my nose was filled with cement dust and the hideous smell
of early death.
The aftermath of abused young men who have only
murder and agony as a leading light to their short future that holds no promise of peace
Beside me, a box-shaped as a heart, I knew it as a hand grenade about to explode
Hama fighters came defused the bomb and carried me to the ocean's strand.
High tide came and I was free to join the dolphins.
I had tried life ashore, it was fun for a while, but I always longed to join my tribe where I need not to speak, enough is to be.
In the ugly streets of Gaza City, I lay on my back, snipersī fire hit the wall behind me, my nose was filled with cement dust and the hideous smell
of early death.
The aftermath of abused young men who have only
murder and agony as a leading light to their short future that holds no promise of peace
Beside me, a box-shaped as a heart, I knew it as a hand grenade about to explode
Hama fighters came defused the bomb and carried me to the ocean's strand.
High tide came and I was free to join the dolphins.
I had tried life ashore, it was fun for a while, but I always longed to join my tribe where I need not to speak, enough is to be.
Published 11th Oct 2023
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