An Abominable Poem

 

On his retina he sees the child with a bandage

on the stump of his wrist where once was a hand

and another where once was a leg, a foot, both legs

and some say these are the fortunate for they still live

In his ears ring the blasts and sounds of bombs exploding

and of children crying and then -under concrete- dying

some insist this isn't genocide, no crime committed

He looks at the secretly taken videos and photographs

of the men and women -of whatever age- imprisoned

from Gaza or from the West Bank, labeled Hamas

as if that would justify any terror, torture, murder

There's no poetry in here, no, for a world such as this

it does not rhyme

As his eyes search the sky, he prays, for a future free 

and peaceful Palestine

Note.

This truly is an abominable poem, for there shouldn't have been a reason to write it,

as I ask, can there be greater guilt than for a nation that emerged out of a genocide 

colonising a land, committing ethnic cleansing & war crimes adding up to genocide.

© 2024-06-08

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