How did I sleep?
Badly, as far as Gaza is from here, I could hear the cries
from children without limbs, without fud, without parents. I could hear the
roar of jets, helicopters, and missiles destroying their homes, their temples,
their hospitals, and their hope.
Some say it’s war, it’s revenge, it’s defense.
I say, It’s murder! It’s the murder of innocent children,
it’s the murder of hope. Palestinians and Jews are my brothers and sisters,
please, stop inhumanity.
No more triumph of brutality over humanity.
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