I, Gaza (A Youth Growing) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is always some rain
Somewhere
In the day and the night
With feelings and pain
From there
Where there is no daylight

Yesterday went lonely
Full of its own way
We were here left only
With what seemed okay
But dreams were on death-row
Filling the corners of weep
Somewhere footsteps go
Hours of sorrow to keep

There is always some rain
Somewhere
Taking and filling the woes
War into war to reign
As long as any dispute grows

There is always some rain
Somewhere
In the day and the night
With feelings and pain
From here
Where there is no daylight

I cannot find my house
It has been broken down
Like waves of shadows arouse
My beautiful hometown
Oh death has arrived to me
And filled my lonely footsteps
Chains have broken the free
With all its many intercepts

There are always
Some teardrops
Somewhere