The Crimson

Stained Dress

She walks with a fearless concealed uncertainty

Avoiding their hollow eyes piercing right through her
She tries to find her way to end her ongoing battle
Blocking out the bedlam and dispersing the blur

Her yearning heart descends to a deep shudder

She tries to hold on to whatever strength she has left
She hides her fear away from their prying eyes
Though she sees her little world is completely bereft

She’s slowly draining out of colour and turning pale

Avoiding the cold eyes that are digging into her core
With ardour, she resolves to fight for her existence
Feeling her adrenaline rising determined to win her war

She doesn’t care the world chooses to shun her

And that her agony is incessantly attacked and ignored
Their words, silence and ignorance will not wound her
She will never cease to fight until she’s cured and secured
Although her dress has been tainted for years
She continues to don it happily with the crimson stain
For decades she’s been in the same worn-out dress
But she’ll continue to wear it and her name will remain

This beauty in the stained dress will evermore strive

And her precious blood and fortitude forever nonpareil
A stolen and raped terrain fighting to be free and alive
Will perpetually be Palestine and never ever “Israel”

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Friday, 5 January 2007