One of many
Lost but not forgotten
Rests amidst layers and layers of dirt.
His life taken by those
Who are too brutal to be called
Lay beneath an
Unmarked grave, wrapped in a white cloth.
Mutilated from an explosion;
His body divided like all arab leaders,
Who sold their conscience to the highest
One of many,
Stood over the grave of my lost father.
Helplessly weeping, not only for him
But for my mother who lost her husband.
The man who loved us uncontrollably and gave us all his
Lay beneath a
Bedding of dark clouds and ashs
Of all my childhood memories that were
Shattered and burnt by the hands of
Those who were fueled by
One of many
Left his only child in utter despair
Though he passed away, he left me treasures
That are not material, but priceless.
He taught me that one must be strong in order to
Lay beneath the
Heavens, a man who did not die for nothing.
He lay with those who gave their lives
For a better tomorrow, a gift to those who are still breathing.
Armed only by their strong will power, and a sense of endless
From Gaza, with love.
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