JEREMIAD_PALE LESS THIN(GAZA CRISIS) BY PACIOLO, EM EM...

PALE LESS THIN (Gaza Crisis)

(1)

I'm a flying bird but I'm broken,

my wings are cupped and shackled.

I'm a choir but my voice is gone,

still I can hum the horrors in my mind.

The eyes of the earth in tears,

Gaza is in pain - the torrent has reached it corn.

Here's the narration of little ugliness.

Eyes roar sadness - Wounds in which you'll find no misfortune and guilt,

rifles ravage roofs - thunderstorm tremble towns,

worries narrow their breasts.

The scent of joy can't be smelled in palestine (Gaza).

There's no joy in her wind,

her tears are forming thorns,

her graves are laced with agony

and her remnants are Pale less thin.

(2)

Her remnants are Pale less thin,

her eyes sees no white of a thing

but flames and smokes,

her beak picks up pickles in an enclosed beaker.

Gaza is in a kettle of fish

with no water to quench her thirst 

nor flow away her agonies.

Still her remnants are pale less thin.

(3)

Still her remnants are pale less thin,

like breathing air on a cool less brink,

where souls are perplexed— to sucide,

Mind lacks rest—For all days pale less thin.

Gaza is in airless world—admist rain/

Losing lives— sec by sec / all day

for there is no air for her bird to fly—not even rays.

Her remnants pale less thin—yet no halt in attack by the ingrates

(4)

Yet no halt in attack by the ingrates,

from the rising sun to the beaming moonlight.

how do we tell the passing breeze?

That the fragrance here is laced of blood, 

of the fragile beings she never disowned.

How do we convince the wind?

That the waves she bears now isn't for her 

and that her remnants are pale less thin.

PACIOLO PEN SAINT,

EM EM JAY,

SEBASTIAN

and

CROWN PEN.