To Martyrs Soul

By Isra Mohammed Migdad

(Business Student at the Islamic University of Gaza, Gaza, Palestine)

From

End To

End In My

Veins Runs A

Blood

Not

Enough

To Make Me

Vain

Licit

Intrinsic

To The Land

Which Sand Thirst

For My Blood

Implicit

Just

As I Thirst

For Freedom

Would I Be First

Would

I Be First

To Fight For

Freedom And

If I Fall

Light

Would

I Be Taken

To The Kingdom

To

The

Kingdom

Of Those

Who Earned

Martyrdom

Never

They Felt

The Pain At

All

Never

They Felt

A Pain When

They Were

Slain

They

Wish To

Come Back

And Fight Again

And Be Slain

Be

Slain

So The

Kingdom

They Gained

It’s

Autumn

Still Some

Dry Leaves

Hang To Trees

In Vain

They

Cling To

The Trees In

Vain

Cling

All They

Can It’s All

The Same

Soon

To Be Flung

By Winds

To Fall

And None

But Themselves

Would Be Blame

For This

Land Which

Sand Thirst For

My Blood Not Yours

And

Will Never

Hang My Face

In Shame

Check out Isra's blog at: http://isramigdad.wordpress.com/