anyachan - Hobbyist, Writer | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

Back from Israel

How can I call you...? Israel Palestine Holy Land. Bleeding Holy Land. Bloody Holy Land. So out of time, beautiful magic. Terrible magic, I feel delirious. Here's Hebron, my nightmare. Scared by their guns, Scared by those soldiers. Here's Jerusalem, my heart. Can't hear again your voice, Can't smell again your spices. I wanna cry again at the Western Wall, I wanna come back in Bethlem, I wanna change their world. Please, God, help me Not to be swallowed by this hopeless pain. How can Hope still live? I can't believe they could hope. I stayed here one day, and in one day I lost everything. You, my dearest friends, you