Death Passes Over Palestine Poem by Vladimir Marku
Death Passes Over Palestine
From the groan of the ruins
A voice crying: "I'm innocent"
A pinky shaky little hand
A Teddy bear lifts on rocks
The dust of curse softly falls
On the stream of blood
Underneath the ruins
Hovering high a plane-crow
Industriously planting death below
Teddy bear resting its head
On the rosy little hand
Silence layers on the wrecks
Death passed over Palestine!
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