What was my fault?
(From the perspective of a 10 year old palestinian) Nights are dark, so do our days Been oppressed for decades, when will our fate change? All I see is terror and assault Everyday I think, what was my fault? Few instances I recall, having a sense of serenity Which only lasted for a minimal of time The World has lost all of it's humanity The genocide being done is not even considered as a crime That day my dad promised to bring me icecream Me excited and waiting, not knowing it was the last time I saw him Lying on the ground, facing the sky Blood on his chest, wounds on his head Looking from a distance, I wasn't going to cry Tears donot affect those whose souls are already dead From years you have been trying to vacate us In a hope from the world to eradicate us But you are never going to succeed We have faith in God, he is the only one we need Try to bomb us, or sent us in exile The only thing we will have while dying is a smile While everytime it is ...