Watching Her Tears Fall Like Bombs

I watched rain-drops drop like bombs
on these roads of broken-hearts
leaving shattered pieces of life looking up for hope
even though heads are bent low
looking for their Moses
in a world where there is only Pharaoh
Every death feeling like a struggle like bani Israel
the children of Israel
Knocking at the door of their Lord
empty of everything except for their hope
in seek of His divine mercy
Where hearts are like coffins
lifeless as their hands are like flowers
blossoming with life
Living in a world where the sun never rises
as the crash of bombs light up this darkened place
in which they call home.


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