Who Laughs At The End.

Poem By Eman Awad

I stood there
i just stood still
at the line between life and death
at the line between truth and lies
I couldn't stop those tears running down my face
i couldn't help my eyes..
Boarders is the place,
egypt is where i stand,
and palastine is gone without a trace.
i can see it's name on the map it's not the same
what a disgrace? ?
Do you find it fair?
for a young man to wake up to his death
for a little baby to get killed
for an old helpless woman to try lonliness
And you can see those animals are thrilled..
Is it right if you lost your home?
is it right for a young girl to get raped with no petty?
is it right to find your freedom gone?
is it right not being able to recognize your own city?
NO, how can it be right or fair?
being lost in your own placE
AND your family is all dead laying next to you
and in your heart a pain you can't bare
they call us terrorists while they slaughter us
they laugh while we scream
all the world believe them and we are not to trust
they took our land but not our dignity
and not our dream,
let us die daily and go to heaven
one day we will be free
maybe it's a year or maybe seven
but we will take back our home finally..
Let them kill, let them laugh
we will see who laughs at the end
we will pray on it's pure sand
we will laugh at the end
we will take back our virgin land
we will take back our liberty
let those animals laugh
we will laugh eventually
alive or a martyr in the sky
we will live our dream
we will put our heads high..

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