Palestine Rainbow Poem

I have read about children who cannot sing

With their friends who died from orange fired

Rockets with yellow edges and have been

Buried under the earth and its green grass

Under the noses, eyes, ears and blue stars

Of people who talk like they’re indigo

And sing violets to their friends.

And I have noted the red blood.

Palestine Rainbow Poem Elizabeth Lymer

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