Hope

Let relate our factual story differently
Of a child in an occupied territory
The ruin has its marks even on her “dolly”
In sight all scars cry out dire brutality
Despite on the sly she’s on the go
The transcendental Candle within her shines
Under its light the Faith aligns, despair declines
Stone in hands, she resists the crimes-
The Stone grows and defies the tank of the foe.

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so-called poetry of Biba