Here,
buried,
beneath the rubble
of slaughter.

The pawns cry not for kings,
but for their missing…
mothers,
now martyrs.

They seek escape
at the end of
a long, dark
checkerboard to hell.

Here in the absence
of decency…
there is no poetry,
just blood.

and…

only the angels
can fly
from this place.

Zahra Pilavdzic contributed this poem to PalestineChronicle.com.

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