The makeshift rockets and missiles
Shake the souls of our dreams
As children of the world
1000 bodies divided into salad
Served at dinning at Gaza
Give our eyes goose-pimples.
But what does the foetus
Have to do with a war
It knows nothing about?
Why must the child be
The victim of a reckless
brotherhood claiming lion-ness
over others' animal-ness?
and now our tears flood
the sea,
birthing hurricane Sandy
then there will be hurricane Gaza
our heads
shall decorate the victory flag-posts
our blood shall colour the victory flags
our unborn future
shall ghost haunt the victory parties
and what a fractured world
shall remain
in memory of GAZA?
20/11/2012 Language Centre, Legon
Quite graphic. well written
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