we just took a short walk to the hotel across the Wall a well-to-do tourist trap with nothing at hand to impress i had already inhaled the history all the Graffiti Art represented on that monument of collective shame the entire land is a museum a gallery bearing its all to the visiting-pure at heart a gift shop? i can do without! gifts are all around the children's smiles their eager words of "Hello" the warm embrace of their hearts many boys are before my eyes now they are playing all kinds of games on the street where our comfortable hotel is to be found soccer catch-a-ball bike-tricks hesitant to look us in the eye at first but in pure smiles a few minutes later giggle-like laughs back from our end how they move about at ease as were all of their families' trials over a tragic list of events on the walls of their homes as profoundly etched in memory as the Wall of collective shame oh humanity why are you so deep asleep while in bed when awake as well take down the walls as only you can open your eyes stop seeing selectively only united can we embrace ultimate love not if we take sides electively oh humanity take down all walls of collective shame each of us needs love's image alone in our souls' all-embracing precious frame from this moment on to everyone's eternity © hülya n. yılmaz (8.12.2018)
[Photo Credit: William S. Peters; Location: Bethlehem, Palestine]
2 responses to ““boys and soccer””
What pure poetry and truth! Well done Hulya!
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My beautiful, sweet, kind and graceful friend, Kathy: I wrote these words as they came to me. I so appreciate your continued feedback!