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Children of Palestine

A princess steps off her throne in a moment of stillness

Off she goes into the bewilderness

She recognises this pathway through people’s voices

but the atmosphere is different, so are the noises

 

There are loud bangs and the ground does shudder

Maybe they’re happy to see Princess and her mother

It’s frightening but right now doesn’t seem so scary

It looks a bit different today, everyone’s a bit teary

 

“Let’s go play mother, look what we have

Someone’s left something there on our land!

Look a huge crayon! Or is it a spaceship!

Let’s take a ride mum before the other kids take it!”

 

And the mother looks on as the Princess jumps on

Wraps her legs over the unexploded bomb

If off it had gone, Princess would not be here

But I will not change that smile to fear

 

–A.K.A–

 

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Author:

Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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