Do this you lose,
Do that I win,
Losers !
You could imprison me!
With that you ONLY imprison my physical body
My joyful soul you cannot restrain
Out of your reach
Forever FREE
Floating in contentment, tranquillity and peace
Watching your despondent captive souls
Behind bars of your wickedness and lies
Walls of your guilt, fear and insecurity
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You could kill me!
But my poetry is unassailable
The minds of many already impregnated with my words
As soon as you make me a martyr
Those seeds would be infused with life
Hubs of love
Like rays of sunshine… warm… tender… invigorating
Giving birth to a delightful dawn
Hubs of love
Like summer rain… pure… cleansing… revitalizing
Gushing through hearts and minds
Hubs of love
They’d bloom and multiply
Budding… hope, buoyant and sublime
Blossoming… verve and splendour
Just try
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Poetry for Palestine 
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