Who will pick the poppies now that so many children are gone?
Who will give the poppies to the dads and the moms?
Seeds are smashed below the rubble.
All the blossoms will not be found.
The children that are left to cry over burial mounds.
Where are all the fathers?
Where are all the mothers?
The Mother of all bombs sent to collectively smother
all the living beauties
including poppies in Springtime.
The world must watch in horror as the cops of the world commit genocidal crimes.
The Zionists size up their new beachfront property
Ethnic cleansing, then a selfie sporting a bikini.
The backdrop of corpses and refugee camps,
hospitals and UN schools, collapsed buildings, to them irrelevant.
All the souls of martyrs, I lay poppies upon your graves.
When will the world rise up against the complicit?
When will Palestine be saved?
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