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The child and
her diary
June 17, 2002
Laila Yaghi
She wrote in her diary every night
When bullets passed by her
window… she wrote
When Israeli soldiers killed her
mother she wrote
She wrote of the horrors she sees
And the nightmares of flames and
destruction
She the Palestinian child
Writes in her diary every night
To ease her enormous pain
To sedate her fears and nightmares
That little Palestinian child
Had died while writing in bed
From Israelis bulldozing her home
And now she lies in her tomb
Forgotten…as if she never
existed
But her diary will carry on
The suffering of every Palestinian
child
And now on her tomb Israeli
children play
And sing with no worries of
tomorrow
Where she once lived is
confiscated
What are left from her family are
refugees
And we continue to support Israel
With 10 million dollars a day!
And we continue to say
All humans are created equal
But continue to send to Israel
10 million dollars a day!
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American women
VS Palestinian Women
October 17, 2001
Laila
Yaghi
Just as the birds flutter their
wings… care free
And the sky begs the sun to come
out and wipe its tears
Palestinian women cry for their
pain to be known
And the grieve and agony they
suffer from the death of their born
Just as we enjoy a sip of coffee
in the morning
While we enjoy the beauty of the
flowers in the spring
And dance to the rhythm of the
music while we sing
Palestinian women suffer every
second of the day
And wish to be invisible or numb
to all their pain
Just as we enjoy the peacefulness
of a full moon
While we sit on our porch rocking
our fancy chair
Palestinian women beg the foreign
policies to be fair
And stop all the blood shed of the
innocent and the young
But does this stop the earth from
orbiting around the sun??
Or a Palestinian child getting killed by an Israeli gun??
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Tears of Blood
December 2001
Laila Yaghi
Sometimes tears have to drop
But too many tears turn into blood
Oh Palestine my ancestors’
land
Your earth has turned into
red-colored sand
In it you have buried so many boys
Innocent, young still playing with
toys
But their little hearts have
turned into men
So fast before they had a chance
to begin
A life like other men with family
and kin
Born into their own country they
face persecution
And live their lives full of
confusion
Oh little boy playing with
sand
Shot dead from snipers in your own
land
Mother’s tears fall like razor
sharp
Penetrating down deep with
permanent scars
Oh world wake up his mother
screams
Another atrocity with holocaust
fears
Peace has been written in Rainbow
colors
And doves are praying for all the mothers
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Do not deprive
me
April 12, 01
Laila Yaghi
Do not deprive me from that gentle
smile
For I’ve been debating weather
to live or die
Heaven shakes when I see that face
And makes me optimistic that there
will come a day
Full of laughter, and then my
sorrows will dissipate
So do not take away from me that
gentle smile
I promise you that I won’t get
in your way
But make me choose to live rather
than to die
And let me look forward to that
special smile
To lift me up when I’m feeling
down and depressed
For God in heaven had made my
heart compressed
And filled it up with sorrows and distress
I make my plea through the silent
night
When my aching soul is about to
flee
The sadness and loneliness it is a
witness to
To God I pray to fill my life with
light
And take away from me the
loneliness of the night
Happiness is bound to visit me one
day
So ‘till then I plea, in God’s
name, to humor me
And not take that gentle smile
away from me
Gloomy place I look at… full of
darkness
Crows linger by… with no smile… full of madness
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Childless Woman
June 21, 01
Laila Yaghi
Passing by the valley of the night
And all the flowers tilt their
heads for me
Drooping full of sadness and
loneliness
In that valley of that lonely
night
Forsaken as the trees forsake
their leaves in the fall
And the unfaithful tears when they
fall
Like rivers streaming hot through
the muggy night
And the embedded echoes of sorrows
and woes
My kids have forsaken me and have
grown
And left me with empty arms… all
alone
I think of the days that they were
by my side
With warmth and love we cuddle up
side by side
Reading bed time stories and
talking of that day
Why can’t we go back and live in
the past
And keep our children from growing
so fast
Now that you both have grown into
men
Are so far away from me but I
can’t forget
All
the beautiful days we spent together
No matter how much I try and you
try
You are from me and always will be
so loved
So don’t forget, no matter how
much you’ve grown
I still see you the kid who needs me, my babies…
My own
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Laila Yaghi
River of Tears
Down by the river of
tears
she the mother kneeled
and grasped the dirt between her hands
Then planted a flag of peace
Her heart wrenched with fear
when remembering her indelible dreams
She the mother
grasped
Frantically her last child
...Rocks...
gunfire...bloodshed
Tombs filled with
children...
She
looked up to the sky
and wished to be with her children
...Then remembering her last child
Gazed desperately into the Horizon
and shouted a piercing sentence
Stop killing our
children
stop killing our children
©Laila Yaghi 2001 |
