Thursday, June 20, 2024

POEM TO GAZA


 

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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