Here With Me

Do you know the sound of children weeping?
Does their sadness gladden your heart?
Oh Israel...
You have been given everything
And you have chosen to become your-own-worst-nightmare.
The sound of money changing hands
Above the cries... From your sky ovens.

Nighttime ~ I'm alone.
Buzzing of the drones.
I sit on my bed waiting
For the next bomb blast...There it goes!
It sounds closer and
The building is shaking.
My tears for the taking.
I am alone.
Though if I try
I can feel other souls in this building
Like me ~ All waiting.
With patient... Hope-filled hearts beating.


~ Stephanie Gilley

 سلام

A poem I wrote and dedicate to the people of Gaza, Palestine.