something in me tells me to share the poems for all the poets may be dead,,,,it is amazing now much of love poems can never be told, for all the tragedies that steal the lovers, and mothers,,,and the olive trees,,,it is amazing how this poets are silenced,,,for we never know the people who are hatefully killed,,,the little angels who can never grow to be the inspiring souls,,,what we see in vengeance,,,is the mirror of our own fear and so we hate them,,,we hate them a lot,,,and we kill them mirrors,,,in hope that our old ghosts leave us alone,,,but they were just human those whose bloodstreams run in Gaza,,,they are humans with love,,with sensitive souls,,,with passion for life,,,undressed by force,,humiliated and killed,,,they are not barbarians,,,,they are each poems unsung, unlived....see it in this portrait by Mahmoud Darwish
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 21:12:07 +0000