arms cradle a body
whose I don’t know
mothers fathers children strangers humans
all faces all a blur
time suspended the moment
wide eyes pierced mine
scream into a void nothing spoken
nothing is fine
homes crumbled; silence deafening
mosques desecrated; conscience unmoved
wolves clothed in white are less threatening
until you see from whom they are removed
time will spin; descendants condemn
close your eyes; ancestors shame
mind as a mirror to them
death on my chest will remain
run a knife down your arm
bleed
blare war in alarm
run
steal the ground from underneath
fall
we all yearn for soft sound
forgiveness is not given
blinded by their own hands
drenched in red
preach civility in quicksand
arms cradle a body
everyone I must know
you them us me
all faces of those
fell with wind of west
love for their land stolen
actors at their best
on the stage curtains drawn
I pray for liberty
to what is deserved
spectators glass will shatter
everyone will be served
may flowers come alive
as birds return melody
may gaza survive
peace in serenity
