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 instead of bags of grain,

It rains death and starvation in Gaza – a wormhole of endless pain.

The cries of a mother and the wails of a slain,

This genocide will echo in history like a haughty refrain.

The morsels of hope are so few and far,

Hunger pangs are crushed by missiles beneath the weight of this never-ending one-sided war.

The artilleries roar a deafening sound across the Gazan sky,

They locked morsels to shoot missiles till they all will silently die!

Shuja Tasleem

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