Song Of Palestine – Monsters Of War
Conscious evil, delib’rately committed.
He had felt the convulsions of his parent’s movements through their days of flight ‘n persecution, wandering Dawlat Filastin to find a birthplace home.
Immersed in purpose-penned poetry, I can not do else; cannot but cry emphatic.
The tears in the eye; on the cheek; in the palms; on the dress.
I send my Eye along the river of the underworld to breathe my power!