the sky is gray and so are these buildings or what's left from them
he lives in ruins since he was born
he never saw the green grass nor blue river
because everything is gray
because he was born under a cracked building that was falling apart
because he never saw his father
because he knows his mother is sick and would die if she learned that her dear ,only left son was taken away from her
he looks at his hands , stained with dry blood
blood belonged to his dead friend beside him , and there was no crime that he did to be killed .
yet there was a unreasonable cause for his death
a rocket hit their neighborhood and cracked houses collapsed over him
huge tanks passed over dead bodies which lied there without being removed
soldiers with guns and riffles shooting
he could do nothing ...but watch his people falling
he was right there behind a rock
and he couldn't cry for them , he cried many times
his tears are no longer good for him
because he realizes that .. he will grow among these scenes and die among them
he has this unclear future and the weak longing of the promised liberty day
he has imagined this day and how bright will it be
unfortunately he won't ..as he sensed his sight became blurry , and his body ceased moving
a bullet swished into his heart , and... he let out his last breathe...
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ترحم علي شهداء غزة و ادع لاهلها الصابرين .......
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