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Showing posts with label gaza relief. Show all posts

Friday, 30 January 2009

Shoo, fly, don't bother me!

Shoo, fly, don't bother me!
I remember Mommy and Daddy running,
They were talking loudly, for it was so noisy,
I felt safe in Mommy's arms.
I thought I heard Mommy and Daddy laughing,
But instead they were screaming,
There were fireworks everywhere,
And with one loud thunder,
I fell asleep.

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Shoo, fly, don't bother me!
You woke me up, I was in a deep sleep,
These people around me are still sleeping,
Where's Mommy, what happened to Daddy?
Wait, I think I see them sleeping not far from me.
Shall I wake them up?
How long have I slept?
Mommy! Daddy! Please come to me,
I can't move and I'm frightened.

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Shoo, fly, don't bother me!
Please help me find my uncles, aunts and cousins,
They must be worried, looking all over for us,
It's getting dark and I'm all alone.
But somehow I'm not afraid now.
I see the place where I'm heading to,
Bright and beautiful, peaceful and serene,
There I see Mommy smiling at me,

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Please uncle, please claim my body,
Bathe me, dress me, let me go to sleep,
Please aunt, help lay me to rest,
I'm happy now, don't worry about me,
I'll be fine.

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Shoo, fly, don't bother me,
Shoo, fly, don't bother me,
Shoo, fly, don't bother me,
For I belong to somebody...

..by Mommy Nadyne..

disclaimer: some of the images are disturbing, but this is the reality in Gaza..

Tuesday, 27 January 2009

A poem for my unfortunate friends...

I swim with Mommy and Dadda on Mondays,
Bowling nights with my family are always on Tuesdays,
I hang out with Tok Mama and Tok Abah on Wednesdays,
Spend precious times with Mommy and Dadda on Thursdays,

Fridays are always 'free and easy',
Snuggle between Mommy and Dadda, getting cozy,
Weekends are spent with brothers and sisters of Dadda,
How about you, my fellow friends in Gaza?

Mondays, Tuesdays, everyday including Sundays,
You scream, cry and in fear, always?
Bombs, shootings, groanings and shouts
Are what you hear around you, so loud?

Where are your families, Daddas and Mommies?
They've been shot and killed by the armies?
So who's going to look after you now?
You have to be fed by someone, somehow.

Don't be sad, my fellow friends in Gaza,
Your Mommy and Dadda are in heaven with Allah.
I'm sure it's sad to have no one at all,
If it were me, I'd definitely bawl.



You don't understand what you did wrong,
To face the world, you now have to be strong.
My family and I will always pray for you,
To finally have a peaceful and happy life too.

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