Poems

Easter in Palestine

The boys searched the scorched ground
For bits of a new martyr.
Fresh scraps mixed with ancient dirt
Shrouding their task.
Shouting to friends,
Gathering to examine their found treasures.

Easter this year was cold.
The northern wind blew sand and rain.
The children were not deterred.
They hunted the dunes finding bright plastic eggs.
Returning with red faces and runny noses
They declared their bounty.

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