sheikhspeer

angel o gaza

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inserting an intravenous infusion does not create the confusion that enables a soldier to murder you, true is the child who ventured into the wild to save another man in crossfire n burnin tyres that rolled in an atmosphere of scorn..he was born to be scum like his dad n his mum who cheered when he was conscripted...whack back o the head drop dead large skull crack, shrapnel o cranial bone lodged in those around her....cheyne stoke breathing no time for seething or heeding a warning..twas what happened in gaza on a fateful morning.....she had teeth of a linear perfection humanity o the right direction you shudda seen her blood..thick arterial brain blood that understood the desperate plight of a child..wild was the man who done it ferile almost....the sangria of life trickled n ran away from a body in its last throes..then seeped thru the toll of her fingers.. curling with caring alabasta marble nails that topped her dying hands of immense value in healing....peace, inshallah was heard, in a distance above sound o gunfire those with a view seen the blood began to arrange itself in a pattern defining n signing to the rest of us n spelt the word forgive, the man with the gun....sun drenched sweat n heat unfelt, those around knelt n cried by her side on the divide imposed upon them illegally.....they scooped her blood n painted the west with the word why on a map so high no-one could touch...shes now in the sky looking down from high, smiling that she done the right thing..was the only way she could live....and die. she said please, don't cry......create a conclusion of peace amongst you, know where i am...dont blame the f**k*d up man who did this...then you will never become him. Stray bullet screams by..................

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• sheikhspeer

  Fri Jun 22 11:49:19 UTC 2018
  thanks for your words, kind. zaynab...that's a compliment from a writer of high value poetry...(read some of your stuff n will be back) respect x