Red the Stain Part VIII
Red the stain of blood increasing,
Red the ground, a gushing flow,
Fountainheads of pain releasing,
In a bright, horrific show.
Red, the ruby colour shining,
Red the flags of warfare furled,
For sereneness ever pining,
As more rocket fire is hurled.
Red, the cheeks of children screaming,
Red the bloody, splattered clothes,
Red the hazy sunlight beaming,
Through a fracas Jesus loathes.
Red the circumstances ever,
Red the fortunes, sore bereft,
Peaceful days appearing never,
Naught but barren rubble left.
Red the sirens madly blaring,
Red the rush of anger through,
In a wilderness uncaring,
Red the travesties in view.
Red the colour of frustration,
Red the unbecoming pall,
Everyone in ruination,
Lost in a satanic thrall.
Red the fever in our spirits,
Red the daydream, ever rank,
Death the vision that dispirits,
With the Zionists to thank…
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Our only sin was being born in Gaza…
ذنبنا الوحيد إنو عايشين بغزة
#غزةتحتالقصف #فلسطين #وقفالإبادة #انقذواغزة #gaza
