Poetry: Blossoms of Hope in the Year Two-Thousand

Poetry: Blossoms of Hope in the Year Two-Thousand

Words: Nazli Tarzi

So upon these Holy lands have I entered?

A Holy ground but where’s its centre?

In Holy Sins?

Or holy graves?

Holy Caves?

What sickening haze

As a life departs, one’s life decays

Whilst a prevalent myth continues in vain

Are these Holy claims?

Why let fury enflame?

Because Holy wins,

And Holy swims

Holy grins

In its a sickening gaze?

What onwards and upwards can Palestine Foresee?

Does the sound of Peace reverberate between you & me?

Let Holy sing

In memory of Kings,

Yet this Holy dims

Such sickening ways

Who dares speak of both occupations?

Who even’t dare challenge these callous conditions

NO accept this demeanor my son you’re alive

It is that what’s important, but are we not shrinking in size?

Does Holy sin?

Is Holy within?

I see it inside

This bludgeoning haze

The surrender does help to alleviate pain

Whilst laughter of children invisibly rains

Listen Holy sing

Their Holy Hymns

Allow sickening games

Ordain ideological aims

I’m scarcely surprised from all that I see

I agonize in silence, lord have mercy on me

Await Holy to wane

Depart at least for one day

A demand a delay

In this sickening game

Assail from immoral and relinquish decadent scours

Glare into a peaceful future; therefore give us what is ours

Because Holy kills

Palestinians days

Why should we one destroy

When all can repair with hands used to praise

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