Tuesday, 14 April 2015

https://iamnotasilentpoet.wordpress.com/2015/04/14/gaza-2014-by-cath-blackfeather/ My poem on another blog: well- it's the first thing I've had published, so it's a start

Gaza 2014 by Cath Blackfeather

The anger rolls on generation after generation,
Will it ever stop, we ask?
Where did they learn to
Immure a whole people in a ghetto,
A tiny square of land where
They’d be sitting targets?
The numbers of dead children numb my brain.
It is the images of mile upon mile of piled rubble
And nowhere to run,
And nothing to live on,
While on the other side sirens
Call the people to run
Through leafy, well-tended suburbs
To shelters, safe, and well-built,
While futile shells spatter a few holes
And rattle some dishes.
These rockets won’t return
Your great-grandfather’s olive grove
That he planted for you, my brother.
They are stones in boys’ hands
Against a rank of mighty tanks.
Though they make you feel a man
Who can stand, at least stand.
We sit in our comfortable houses
Half a world away
And beg you to stop.
But it never will. You never will.
The horror of those few years of history
When helpless millions were packed like cattle
And taken to slaughter,
Is still etched in nightmare,
As if those tattooed numbers have now become DNA.

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