Palestinian Boy

by Maya   Jun 22, 2009


In his homeland- a refugee
All his life hes had to flee
The boy is older than his tender age
After Dad threw the grenade

His face his smooth, his heart wrinkled with grief
Happy moments: few and brief
People think hes weak and mild
But desire for peace in him runs Wild

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  • 15 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Well done. Children pay for the sins of their fathers comes to mind as I read this. If only they knew the damage that is done to innocent children by their actions.