Nakba
Blindness of the mind
fertile ground for hate to expand
when societies become blind
no doubt atrocities will follow
if a little Angel shall rise and speak up
the devils will be ferocious
shouts of "she is the evil witch"
a child who harmed no one
and the genocide marches on.
Copyright © Aurore Severo | Year Posted 2024
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