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Gaza Dream

 
(For the 14000+ little lights extinguished as the skies
burst above them
)

 

‘Twas a day in the holy month

his mother wept at the wheel
 

and our little Gaza waif

was trying to cadge a meal

 

I saw him walking here and there

I stopped to ask him why

 

he just stared at me in open gaze

more than a little shy

 

then he spoke in a warbled voice

and said he didn’t know why

 

why their lot was so stark and poor

under a sanguine sky

 

we’re now the lowly of the low

I do not understand

 

what ails my stricken people

what ails this wretched land
 
*
 
I said you need to know some history

to learn why such things are

 

was a time when you were not so poor

but were more than up to par

 

your land was famed around the world

they marvelled at its skills

 

but dark fate fell upon your kind

the kind that comes and kills

 

a foreign foe did seize your land

stole your tillage too
 

put you out to pasture

reaping riches for their few

 

thousands died they did not care

they didn’t give a hoot
 

took taxes in but gave you naught

and made off with their loot

 

your skills debauched arts destroyed

you lives were helpless rent

 

they looked away as many died

famine not by heaven sent

 

Shall we ever rise again said he

amidst this dusky land?

 

*
 

The bombs burst all around us as

I took him by the hand

 

it is your holy month said I

so I can not tell a lie

 

but a fair world awaits your kind

though so many now do die

 

the Arc of Justice swings very slow

but swings ever fair it must

 

and your land will rise again

that now lies wrapt in dust

 

yet again will you read great books

with your little friends at school
 

yet again will you gad about

and giddy play the fool
 

the storm that’s here will soon depart

your fields will be yours again
 

and your battered towns will up and rise

shining brightly on the plain

 

*

 

What goes around comes around

such is our human fate

 

but trust in what is yet to be

as we now walkabout and wait
 

your mother will weep not at the wheel

nor will you ever cadge a meal

 

he smiled soft and walked away

but still hungry for that meal

 

*
 

In keeping slimmest hope alive

oft lies our human weal
 


they cannot bomb our inner pride

our courage cannot steal

 

Even when Evil Rides the Wave

to stay unflinched and brave

 

*
 
The boy was but an image

just an image on the screen
 

yet I swear I saw his mother weep

and heard his hungry scream

 
[©R.Kanth 2024]
 

 

Professor Rajani Kanth, is Author of Coda (A Novel), A Day in the Life (Novel), Expiations (Verse), and Farewell to Modernism (Political Economy Tract).
 

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