Palestine

Its was an aw full day for me and its happened everyday when watching news at 8 PM, watching the same issue. Watching the children,women's, man,mothers and fathers die in short word innocent people.Why must be war? Its always tears me off when watched the news reading newspaper.

I use to went there, and i know the real scenario and real scene over there. The children not that happy like children in others country. They just playing with their life and their playground full with the bomb grenades and mines. They are running not because they are playing but just want to save their life from the sky bomb, running from the army that holding an AK's , grenades and rocket launchers. watching the children carrying heavy metal to clear their bomb area garden and the mines is surrounding them.Community surroundings with marching army even though when they praying. There's no peace to them at all. Its seems that they are praying to the army me to free them asking for peace, but it ain't going to happen.Everyday they will perform on demonstration against the apartheid, but until now there nothing happened. The army will go to the abandoned building to search for Palestinian that hiding from them and kill them.It's seems they dont care if there is a children, women or old folks they just kill them.

We are so glad that we live on a peace full country. But have we ask our self when this peace can last? Are we ready when the the AK's in front of our face? Is it we are going to keep running?

Here I'll keep my poems for us to keep in our mind

As Time Keep Passing Us By

As time keep passing us by in my community

Watching the children die

Which made police, and the brutality

Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't what we need

And wonder why our children keep smoking weed

Take a look into the gun, look at what we've become

political people, only come around the first of the month

the community still in the slump

Why don't they care us?

Now children carrying heavy metal when times is tough

I don't know about the neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough

Abandoned buildings police searching all the children

Ain't no peace in the streets, at least not where I'm living

Kneeling to god cause satan never gave us a chance

Evil never had no rhythm, and the devils can't dance

Got three pairs of pants

But i keep them all creased

Whether chicken or ham, we gone use the same grease

Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle

scuffling money just try to stay out of trouble

And if it's gonna be gun play, rocket launchers, grenades, and ak's

Try to bring up the peace back

Will never stop writting till the wars end or they murder me.