Iman
After hearing of the killing of baby Iman, my son Hassan -then 18- wrote this
First time parents
So proud of their girl
Still in their teens
She’s changed their whole world
He dreams of his daughter
Growing, drawing a crowd
A doctor or lawyer
Making him proud…
But then the shelling starts
And she begins to cry
The soldiers of Zion don’t care
Who will live, and who will die
Her mother’s cuddle feels safe
Feels soft and so secure
And in her mother’s arms she cried
Then the shot
And she cried no more…
The pretty face lay at peace
As her tiny body bled
Her little frame was drained
An evil bullet made the hole…
Now a one foot coffin rests for the last time
A foot for every month of life
A foot for every bullet used
To kill this little soul…
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Poetry for Palestine 
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