Poem to a Gaza child

"In a crime this afternoon
a child is wounded to the death
weep for a cold body
touch a small pale face
hand inside the palm
of a warm hand
heart inside a broken heart
without a fault or a stain
not a crumb of life
is left on the ground
dear little child
a mothers treasure
and a fathers pride
next summer a white rose will bloom on the field
how innocent is the scent"..

Hiyam Noir

Source for poem and picture: http://palestinefreevoice.blogspot.com/2008/02/ israeli-massive-attacks-open-war.html