Palestinian Child
Don't grieve, for I am dead,
Your tears have no purpose.
Stand tall for what I said,
And know this life is worthless.
Learn from the life I led,
Remember how I was murdered.
An orphan without a bed,
I am peaceful now in heaven.
They live with no water or bread,
My family are still bleeding.
These tears that you shed,
Should be for those still breathing.
(Sakia Begum)
