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horror on the stage

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

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