Morsels and Missiles
You aim to kill hope in the land where prophets played, Yet the silent cries of people scream the aftermath of atrocities witnessed by those half-slayed. The hunger gnaws like an unwelcomed relentless guest, A childless mother is left with empty plates and trembling unrest. Now serving – morsels of bullets with crumbs of pain, In Gaza missiles have ended lives buried deep under a cemetery - cold and plain. Eyes once bright, now dim with agony and fear, With every inaction of ours, in Palestine – the death draws towards children a bit more near. The scent of martyrs’ loom with a taste of dust, Innocent lives waiting for peace and food – are left with no one to trust. As the world watches and yet turns their eyes away, A generation has been wiped off to cherish the joy of life in a matter of a day. Starving kids and old men wait and die in chaotic aid line, I hope their souls are nourished in the heavens as they together dine. The oppressors throw bombs ...