Two beaches
just outside Europe.
First cameo.
The sad man walked / with in his arms / a drowned little boy / over the salty beach / and laid the toddler / softly where sand meets sea / calmly following the Mediterranean tide
Briefly he muttered mournful / a loving prayer for him / the dead little child / then he stepped aside / for the professional photographer / to take his flashy image
It was a poignant way / to break those walls / of that fortress Europe / would a dead child / finally raise some compassion / however staged the shoot / would it soften hearts
Second cameo.
The children were playing / soccer along side the sea / they looked happy carefree / the watchman through binoculars / scrutinized along the fences / on the Gaza border
The young Palestinian players / barefoot on the sand / tried to extend their game / happy for the moment / dreading the evening home / hungry in battered houses
The soldier on the watchtower / smiled sadly at the ball / that crossed the border / he would have loved / to kick it back / but for the landmines / they would not permit
Fade out.
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