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by Akashma

Dedicated to all Palestinians that forced by the occupation, have to leave their land.

Gaza is dissipating
like a dream it’s being forgotten

Allah! give me peace,

I want to bury the hatchet,
to put behind the war,
the scripted violence,
the shrapnel of hate,
the bombs wrapped on ribbons of mislead history
but spiced by Shakespearean grandeur.

I want peace,
I do not want to fight anymore,

My mind is exhausted,
my arms weight a ton of sling shots,
symbolic rocks, and zip-tie handcuffs,
the victory signs that only feed my soul.

I’m tired to look for venues,
I’m dragging my feet,
trying to mark new paths.
the sounds are dimming,
time is stretching a new reality
to new horizons,

My land become
a thinner line blurred with tears

that don’t fall but consume in the eyes,

The sonar bombs,
the Apache helicopters,
the f16s, the children’s cries,
the crumbling buildings,
the ambulance’s roar,
everything is getting dimmer,
I can not heard the sobbing any more.

I m forgetting the wrinkles of the old,
the aunts, the uncles, the neighbors,
the dog’s bark, all it is a memory erasing, like a corrupted file in my hard drive.
The old life is left behind.
Gaza’s sterile waters,
waves pacified by the 3 shore limit line.

I leave your waters to bless others,
I want to stir to another direction
another place that welcome me like a son.
My heart is aching, my departure hurt
my pain is drilling my soul,

I’m inhaling the last breeze,
Allah receive my prayers,
I give you my tiresome,
Please, you give me hopes.

Gaza, my beloved Land, I promise to come back.
Now, I’m looking, I putting together my shattered life.
Gaza, I promise to be stronger, I promise to come back.
Gaza is in my heart, my Gaza, Palestine.

Omar A M Kareeym, -Gaza, Palestine