Ghassan Abu Sitta, recommends use of vinegar to curb infectious wounds-
Medical supplies have run out.
Through quivering voices, Bilal asks
"Where is my ummi?" Answers can't be found-
Sofia bleeds to sleep while her family is being laid down the graves-
Rescued from rubbles -
Hassan wonders what his faults were-
Belly button turning putrid.
It is the year of Nakba-
0.01 millisecond passed since the last blast
Crowds in east, cheering their stars.
Popcorns flaring up in sky!
Sofia's home gets gutted down as she shivers-
On rubbles Ali reclined - half asleep.
They say the first strike is the foremost evidence of truth -
I wonder how
Fumes of threat about to dawn; went unnoticed,
I wonder how-
Strip minor provoked launching of blitzes-
I wonder how .
Consumption of substances illicit on rise-
Yet seige has been placed on food supplies.
Insaniums today are singing songs of silence-
On Tuesdays, however, they slit their throats, singing songs of pride.
Postcolonialists today are shying away to slumber-
Their ink left to dry
Else wise they walk proud.
Open air prison has been turned into mass Graves.
History is being rewritten and erased
At least keep the stories alive !
Himu Irene Harney is a poet of resistance.
