Dear Palestine,
I don't know how to contain my innermost feelings over the recent inhumanely-deplorable attacks which you were being subjected to!

As I write this piece to, in my own way, preach for peace, my hands and legs are aching in pity for you, O Palestine!

I saw, from afar, your buildings which house many offices, businesses, or your few bridges collapsing in Gaza. From its innocent children’s eyes, unstoppable tears of solitude flow and flow like a river; like a river of blood shed sorely!

Dear Palestine,
It is truly sorrowful to see corpses lying by the roadsides of West Bank. O Palestine, your age-long decades of struggle for survival must, at all cost, come to an end. O Palestine, the world is behind you: Fret not; victory shall be yours!

For you, for good, for posterity, I pray: May eternal — not artificial — peace and harmony reing. May your sufferance occasioned by "live bullets" end immediately. May, O Palestine, the sun rises atop your broken roofs. May you, yet anew, rise up from the remnants of your about-to-be-disjointed skeleton.

For you, O Palestine, for the rest of the world suffering today, and for all of us, I pray.

I pray.

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Adamu Danjuma

Author of Les Larmes d'une Plume Esseulée, Adamu is a multilingual speaker & an emerging poet-writer. He's passionate about journalism & literature.