To Mother Of Bombs
By:  Azza El Wakeel

(Extract of the poem)

Then you distribute milk and candies
To those who stay from them alive
All the world’s milk won’t be enough
To whiten your face stained with your crimes
Committed in the right of my killed
And injured children
All the world’s candies won’t make those
Who survived from my children forget
The bitterness of losing their martyrs
From brothers and sisters
Won’t silent their tongues from testifying
The truth in front of history
Go away from my land
You devil of bombs