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hati anak Palestina ini...
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Mr. President
Ramadhan Kareem
I invite your for
iftar with me
if you find my home in
the debris
and my mother shops
her part
of bread and a broken
heart
and Adzan is called
and church bells toll
to the same heavens
same God of all
and death boats
reach the land of
dreams
with no children on
the cover of magazines
Mr. President
A can't sleep
every time I close my
eyes I hear the bombing
my bed with smoke and
fire stars burning
fear from its hoding
is freed
lullabies cry
and toys they bleed
Mr. President
toys bleed
Mr. President
we are the escapees
the shunned
and the guilty
accused of faith
and devotion
sentenced to
extermination
our voice have been
silenced
for making a faith
declaration (syahadat)
Mr. President
our iftar will be in JERUSALEM
the capital of PALESTINE
as written in God's
answer to the prayer of all time
aamiin
**
(dgp)
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