Might This Be A Palestinian Woman's Lament
In my ruined world I call home
How sad it is to have lived so long
for
There is rubble under my feet
The light sky from fright has taken flight
as
No stars assemble despite dark night
Upside down is my people’s world
so
Low to the ground is my people’s world
so
Low to the ground is my people’s world
© emmett wheatfall
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