War Came
(to Gaza)
‘I was trying to run away with my father. In his black backpack, he had some lollipops for me and my favorite toy.
After we got killed, we were left in the street for days.”
Words[To Picture]
from Palestinian poet Mosab Abu Toha
(sadly...no longer “poetry” but life, today, in Occupied Palestine)
War came
and took the sleep from the bed
took the food from the children’s mouths
took the doctors and the hospitals
and burned them all alive.
War came
it carried bibles and bullets in its backpack,
American dollars and British pounds,
the words of politicians and hypocrites and liars.
It came right through the front door without knocking...
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