How could a people
In the midst of genocide
Still see beauty and feel joy
How could children
With fearful hearts and amputated limbs
Still sing, celebrate birthdays and play swing
How could the terrorised hum to drone sound
Turning the shrill of killing machines
Into heavenly music
How could a tortured face
Still beam with
The most beautiful smile
How could an orphan
Keep her eyes, shimmering in tenderness
and love
For humanity
How could a little girl who witness horrors
Retain faith, hope,
kindness and compassion
How could a boy who knew nothing about the sky
Except jets, bombs and death
Send his kite up to challenge F16
How could a mother who lost her eyes
Or her children
Still turn to God in gratitude
And pray
How could life
Push through death
Conquer and thrive
Victory is not measured by
The amount of death and destruction you cause
Rather it’s cherishing the light of your soul
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Poetry for Palestine 
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