Palestinians and the Israelis.
Minions for the Israelis.
No minions -- the Palestinians,
And they can't change the way
The children play:
Under fear of bombing everyday.
And the rockets fly over the border.
Young Yitzhak works as a porter.
The Qassam fire killed his daughter.
But Yitzhak killed how many daughters?
Mandatory service firing mortars.
It could go on like this forever.
If neither side ever gets any better.
Children living death is planting a seed,
Meaning one thing is guaranteed:
Both peoples will continue to bleed.
By Liam Bailey
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
Israelis and Palestinians
By
Liam Bailey
at
00:10
Labels: Hating Conflict, Israel/Palestine, Poetic Justice, Poetry, Unnecessary Death
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