This poem is dedicated to Palestine, which is still suffering because of Israel’s strikes and attacks. I feel like many have forgotten about this country throughout the many other horrible tragedies, so I wrote this to bring back attention to Palestine and what is continuing to happen.
Even though many have failed this once beautiful country, that doesn’t mean you should too. Palestinians still need support, so donate if you can, boycott, and keep bringing attention to posts to spread awareness.
What happens to watermelon after summer?
Is it still in season?
Is it still what you prefer
even though the sun doesn’t blaze?
What happens to watermelon after summer?
When it is not hot, icicles dance in the sky
Watermelon isn’t chosen anymore,
it is just another fruit on display.
What happens to watermelon after summer?
the countless seeds fall and crumble
the vibrant green is now mold
the colors fade, white and lacking flavor.
So…
What happens to Palestine now?
Is it just a trend?
Is it still what you stand with
even though it is not popular?
What happens to Palestine now?
When it is not gone, just barely surviving.
Gaza isn’t a worry anymore,
it is just another problem the world has.
What happens to Palestine now?
Where has everyone gone?
Under the rubble, the ash
the countless bodies
who once had a loving family
What happens to Palestine now
is that it is still suffering.
Women, men,
children.
They starve, cry and
die.
The trend is over
the boycotts, the posts
no more support.
“Hope is gone,”
they say
but is that really the truth?
What happens to watermelon in the summer
is what we have done to Gaza.
