A Taste of a vision

This is the story of a little girl
Who daily woke up to sounds of bullets
Who heard ambulance sirens
When her classmates were in class
Who saw black hawks in the skies
And who, unlike other children in the world,
Did not wish to have a tank for a toy
Because she knew the size of a real one
And the marks it leaves in the streets
On the roads, and on cars
She did not play with a toy gun
Because she saw what it does to real people
This is the story of a girl who knew
That the house door was the limit
Anything beyond was not safe
And, when she made it to the Mediterranean shore
She was told that was the limit of this world
A shore that held attacks, a sky that embraced black hawks
A house that contained halted bullets,
Streets that were crushed with remains of small toys
A big wall to continue the separation between cities
And to announce the introduction of a new limit
A story whose heroes are constantly covered with blood
With an endless end to this odyssey
The heroes never win or lose
The limits continue to increase
Until breathing becomes almost impossible
Suffocation becomes the only option left
After house ruins and broken window glass
She stared at the skies at night,
Looking for a star that she can call her own
That she can leave to and live there, forever
Yet, even in her search, she remained disturbed
The skies lightens up, but she knows it is not fire works
She sought a vision, of a better world, a different one
A bullet is the limit of a heartbeat,
The Mediterranean brings different sounds
Sounds of a far away world, a different world
Shooting stars move beyond the sky's red colors
She stared at the Mediterranean and the skies
So long that she heard and saw nothing else around her
With the rising and falling of the tide,
With the sudden appearance of shooting stars,
She became part of that sea and that sky
And somehow, the sound and smell of a bullet Vanished into the new possibilities.