Look at me

Look at me

I would love to write poetry about love,

Paint rainbows and butterflies,

Smell the scent of pink rose buds,

And dance;

Dance with the melody of jubilant bluebirds

I would love to close my eyes and see children smiling

No guns pointing at their heads

Tell them stories of lily-like fairies in far-away lands

Not of bullets shrieking.... of missiles exploding

But

How can I?

There is a dagger in my heart

I am hurting

Hurting

I bleed,

I cringe

I cry

HUMANITY, WHERE ARE YOU?

I am being slaughtered

Under your watchful eyes

I am cold… cold…. cold

I cringe

I cry

Humanity, where are you?

Why do you turn your face away?

Why do you keep looking the other way?

I am here

Languishing

In Gaza's alleyways

Humanity, where are you?

Look at me

See me

I am here

Sighing

In Gaza's alleyways

I cringe

I cry

Humanity,

Enough turning the other way !

Turning a deaf ear

Turning a blind eye

While I,
and oh ! My poor children
Die

I am a Jerusalem-born Palestinian refugee living in exile for over 42 years. I was forced to leave my homeland, Palestine at the age of seven during the six-day war. I am a mathematician by profession. I started writing about three years ago when my friends insisted I should write about my memories, experiences, and feelings as a Palestinian. I did… but it all came out -for some strange reason- sounding -as I am told- like poetry! So I self published two books (I Believe in Miracles, and Palestine, The True Story. Write to me at:
http://poetryforpalestine.spaces.live.com/
http://uprootedpalestinians.blogspot.com/