My Palestinian Sister

16/08/2025@ 7.03am©∞

My Palestinian Sister glimpses sky

American made bombs no lullaby.

So tired and so empty,

persecuted by Ferengi,

the war for profit is the vultures’ eye.

My Palestinian Sister cannot cry,

there is no water left to blur her eye,

the wails of the deceased became

the prayers of the priest because

humanity is slowly left to die.

My Palestinian Sister took a sip~

supposed ‘vaccination’ in their grip;

but now the children waste away

‘prior conditions’ what they say,

with perfidy the vulture’s final tirp.

My Palestinian Sister passes by:

another life, another alibi;

they took all the I.P. as they

flaunted viciously

the dripping rags of vulgar jewellery.

My Palestinian Sister modestly

defends the right to living peacefully;

no chanting and no guns and

no Bourla/Ghosn runs,

just a land that listens till she’s free.