I would love to wake up one morning
Not thinking of children sobbing or dying
When I lay my head down at night
Not to see babies maimed or crying
At the break of dawn, as the sun begins to shine
I would love to hear the giggling of my heart and the prayer of my soul
Without suffocating with the smoke of war
When I look up at evening sky glittered with stars
To be carried far, where only angels dwell and fairies fly
Not chased by “humans” with glacial stares
When I gaze at my baby laughing
To rejoice at the twinkle in his eyes
Not tormented, for the millions of long lost smiles
When I hold my daughter in my arms
To sway with tender love serene
Not to tremble at the shrieking echos of fathers screams
When I close my eyes to sleep
To bathe in rainbow with no colour red
No colour red… No colour red
I dream of a world, with no colour red
No colour red… No colour red
No more wounds… No more tears… No more blood
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Poetry for Palestine 