..hate burns stronger than love...

"We can forgive you for killing our sons. But we will never forgive you for making us kill yours. Peace will come when the Arabs will love their children more than they hate us"  
   
Golda Meir - The Fourth Prime Minister of Israel.  
 
Feel it burn you?        
That C4 strapped to your chest..    
beneath your ragged cloth.        
Your Father carries you        
proud of his only son.        
Hoisted on his soldiers,        
he sings to his brethern        
he has groomed you        
for the The Second Intifada.        
Your friends, those little infants        
you left behind      
are not ready for this honour       
that your Father claims to know.        
Only you have been groomed        
to Allah he has prayed.        
And he is very sure        
step forward, only son.        
Child of nine.        
You do not wield the AK-47        
you understand it is your sacrifice        
not his.        
Your Father hates his enemy        
more than he loves        
his first born Son.        
You breathe in        
taste the Southern Israeli air.        
And within that second        
you, disappear.        
The War rages on        
your Father is pleased.        
Casting aside the triggered detonater.        
He casts himself        
unto the chaos.        
انتفاضة الأقصى‎        
Your memory, honoured.        
The Newest Martyr        
For another Man's Jihad.        
In a War you did not know.