Palestine

He tumbled down the banks of rubble
Looking up at the sky
Where his bedroom had been

I HAVE ORDERS!

Why do you hate me? He seemed to say
Why would you see me dead?
I am eight years today

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Where will I go now, I have no one left
Where can I run that is safe?
I am hurt and hungry

I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER

There is no one here, I am alone
Mother died yesterday
She did not say goodbye

I’M SORRY!

Please shoot me too, so I can go to her
I’m sad and so lonely
I miss her very much

THAT WOULD BE MURDER

What then is this? Is it different?
I do not understand
Maybe I am too young

MAYBE!

Have your family been killed as well?
Did men blow up your house?
I hope your mum’s alright

GO AWAY!