where you take me father to Acka fear not the firing bullets clinch tight to the soil on we survive another day to return when they are gone feeling the home keys like a missing part of his body Brithish shot and crucified father remember that story of blood over the iron bars you live to tell there our lord turned water to wine and spoke wards of love why you leave the horse behinde keeps the howling wolves in a frightened moon away from the home when eternity gates widen....
this poetry defends not those I love I fight not my enemy returning to my home the wooden gates oh stranger ...pass on warm greetings to my home my morning coffee is it drunk finger markings every where at home..is it missing the visitings of its true owners does the mirror keep the secret how shall it lie how the owner misplaced warm greetings if the time permits.......
greet the pines standing tall in HAIFA forget not the open gate stand open all night forget not the seiege ;the war planes above greet us when you are there if time permits hear well this converstion ;like clearing a rapid cough massacred ones visited every evening our proverbs memorised repeating our cry for glory at the same time at the holly place nations mix in the silence of the gun never ending war while this land roaming it self; lest we be kind together with our selves
rlphkenny 3 years ago
rlphkenny 3 years ago
rlphkenny 3 years ago
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ikmhs 3 years ago