The Young Hero

He bowed to Allah right in front of them and kissed his own solid land

The rock is his only weapon and that’s all he held in his tiny hand

He suddenly jumped up, flung it quickly and spoke for his last time:

“Allah is greatest, this is my land, and get out of the holy shrine!”

All they did was laugh and snore as if there was no tomorrow

The triggers were pulled, he fell down hard and his mother looked at his body in sorrow

After that incident, what overcame their faces nothing close to guilt and sorrow

They didn’t even look at the mother who cried in such terror

Killing a child? Is that what they call brave?

Though many lives of children they did save!

Under the olive tree is where his body last laid

I wish the olive tree would be kind enough to cover him with its shade

Never again will the young and beautiful face shine

But I hope children follow in his footsteps and try to free Palestine

By Hadeel Khater