Eid Saeed

Look at those soft round heels
They can sure kick when angry,
Have you seen the tiny fingers?
Curled into fists when fussed.
Look away
There's baby blood everywhere!
I cannot tell if it's a heel or a hand anymore

Big brother tugged at those naughty ears
Little sister patted her sticky cheeks,
Father used to run his hand through her soft curls
Mother kissed that warm forehead,
Look away
There's baby blood everywhere!
Daddy has to hold her limbs together.

Nothing stopped him from kicking that ball
Other boys are also playing outside
The surf beckoning,
The sand spraying as they pelt after their rolling target,
Look away
There's baby blood everywhere!
His legs lay askew as they took them to the morgue.

Eid Saeed oh children of Palestine!
I hope there is peace where ever you are now
This was no place for children
There's baby blood everywhere!