Progress On Peace?

Little Palestinian girl,
holding her brother's hand, sobbing.
'Please, Mr Soldier, he didn't throw
the stone. 'Please, Mr Soldier,
don't arrest my brother.'

Little Palestinian girl,
six or seven or eight. Who knows?
But Jesus Christ Almighty she's
just a little girl pleading, as she holds
her brother's hand.

Little Palestinian girl,
I feel your pain, and rage against your fear.
I want to hold you close and say,
'It's alright, your brother will return.'
I'd lie to you, if I must, just to see you smile.

poem by Jerry Hughes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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