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For Lana.
Red skies — crimson eyes
wild & free
to decree.
Within greed,
they were breed,
and we grieve.
Lana,
body in decay
a bit astray –
our souls are sore
and what could be seen ?
It is gore.
subtely murder
one’s woman children.
If you can see,
open your eyes.
Silent cries
— hear us
for it is not we
but
this could be me.
For Lana, Free Palestine.
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wild & free
to decree.
Within greed,
they were breed,
and we grieve.
Lana,
body in decay
a bit astray –
our souls are sore
and what could be seen ?
It is gore.
subtely murder
one’s woman children.
If you can see,
open your eyes.
Silent cries
— hear us
for it is not we
but
this could be me.
For Lana, Free Palestine.
© All Rights Reserved
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