by Nermine mahmoud
Published on: Nov 16, 2006
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Type: Poetry

To my son or my daughter
Who was killed and slaughtered
Silence killed those children to be
The black birds landed on the cedar tree
Happy were they and summer dreaming
Betrayed by those with no feeling
They walked alone in the dark
Heavy footsteps to the doomed park
Shattered walls are their only shelter
Deceiving faces nodding with pitiful gestures
Good-bye my little one good-bye
I will not shed a tear or cry
In God's heaven I know your place
No condolences to the end of days


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