Sleeping children of Allah...
...shattered into pieces!
Vengeful Israel air strikes and bombs pounded;
The pungent smell of bomb smoke horribly choking!
Arabian oud perfume gone with the wind!
The call to get back the land...
...still whistles in the wind...
...blowing over palestine...
...fragrant with the rejuvinating odour...
...of stifled and trampled blossoms!
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem