A Girl's cry...

[Hayaa]

Would someone help stop the battle,
I can’t hear the sound of my rattle.<O:p</O:p

There is too much noise,
As I look for my toys. <O:p</O:p

Beneath the pile of bricks and stones,
I find no toys, just blood and bones.<O:p</O:p

My mother is ‘asleep’ with blood on her chest,
My father was martyred and laid to rest. <O:p</O:p

( As this girl’s eyes well up with tears, she holds on to them,
and continues her sad lament… ) <O:p</O:p

My tears I must hold,
As I was always told.<O:p</O:p

Not to cry …
Martyrs never die. <O:p</O:p

I may miss my toys,
And all childhood joys.<O:p</O:p

But no tears should fall from my eyes,
Which have seen broken promises and lies. <O:p</O:p

The Muslim Ummah and Arab land,
Had promised to hold my hand.<O:p</O:p

Left me alone for a ‘Super Power’,
Strength of Islam replaced by dollar's shower. <O:p</O:p


No Muslim or Ummah stretched its hand,
Just resolutions and protests to save our land. <O:p</O:p

As I stand clutching my doll,
I hear a shot and see it fall.
Broken in pieces, covered in blood,
My body bleeds, as I fall in mud. <O:p</O:p

A Zionist Soldier with a smile on his face,
Says: "Takes more than prayers to win a race."


~ Anonymous ~