The Child And Her Diary Poem by Aboda Awed

The Child And Her Diary



She wrote in her diary every night

When bullets passed by her window… she wrote

When Israeli soldiers killed her mother she wrote

She wrote of the horrors she sees

And the nightmares of flames and destruction

She the Palestinian child

Writes in her diary every night

To ease her enormous pain

To sedate her fears and nightmares



That little Palestinian child

Had died while writing in bed

From Israelis bulldozing her home

And now she lies in her tomb

Forgotten…as if she never existed

But her diary will carry on

The suffering of every Palestinian child

And now on her tomb Israeli children play

And sing with no worries of tomorrow

Where she once lived is confiscated

What are left from her family are refugees



And we continue to support Israel

With 10 million dollars a day!

And we continue to say

All humans are created equal



But continue to send to Israel

10 million dollars a day!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marieta Maglas 30 September 2009

interesting poem, very well written..........

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