This poem is dedicated to the war ravaged people of Gaza.

Mother GAZA

A percentage of me has to hell been consigned
by the ever raging zionists' war machine.
To each livid soldier, a mandate is assigned
to uproot terror where multitudes are confined.
Torrents of explosives have swept my landscapes clean.
Churches, mosques, schools have all to mighty vengeance bowed.
Stricken mothers wail uncontrollably aloud.
Itinerancy pervades my horror stricken crowd,
whilst my kids toy with explosives, carnage and ruin.
Survivors will take shelter from snipers shooting
death balls and lead from peevish and portable guns.
Horror unprecedented the people outruns.
I have metamorphosed to nothing but a morgue.
Lice and bugs have infested hoodies lined with borg.
Disease and maimed limbs have no remedies in sight.
Let not the world be unmoved by my sorry plight.
Why must I this price pay for a thousand or more killed?
My morgues are beyond their capacity filled.
The deaths of innocents are nothing but unjust.
My once-populated streets have been turned into dust.

Poetry by Joseph Ogbonna
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Written on 2024-01-09 at 23:46

Tags Gaza  Idf  Hamas 

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
The Israelis' logic is:

If someone attacks you, kill someone else!

War crime indeed, genocide, yes.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
We are witnessing a war crime. Those of us who live in the U.S. are paying for it. We, too, are criminals.