Friday, December 8, 2023

A Poem for Gaza

"In my dreams

I pass this corpse (without words or a heart)

always dying on a street with its hospitals on fire.

In my dream (which is not really a dream at all!)

i watch the incinerated corpses

of words and orphaned Palestinian children

hanging from these cruel mouths

after the bloody soldiers have left and

taken their rage and poison with them..."

“I was hoping I could bake bread

and feed those who are hungry.

Gaza’s people are our family, our children, our girls,

I swear if I had a home

I’d put them there in my embrace.

May God protect them.”

(during the temporary ceasefire)

séamas carraher contemporary irish poetry