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15.iii.24
from the river to the sea
thinking of Gaza
no school
no work
no food
no wash
no drink
no clothes
no trust
no hope
hands over heads,
duck
useless gesture
it was Samson and
Delilah here
how many times is a
place destroyed?
and come up from
nothing
but dust
but death from the
air
but limblessness
but the gun aimed
straight
where’s terror?
whose?
still a name
persists
Alexander was so
great
he killed everyone
and then a great
centre of learning
now I am their
victim forever
I am one in the
corner here
friends won’t you
give please
give for my gun its
forever
I am saying I want
to survive
from the river to
the sea
Seleucids and the
Ptolemies
tug-o-war back then
a child, knowing
nothing, put to the sword
Pompey, Herod the
great
wreckers and
builders in turn
and it’s our place, the book says
then blessed Saint
Porphyrius
who smashed the
temples down
place of pilgrimage
Crusaders, Saladin
the Ottomans, the
Brits
the old gods all
long gone
churches into mosques
there was a golden
age here once
who’ll remember?
too many names, the
conquerors
and who do you think
survived?
the merciful
the compassionate
the maker of the
universe
and we are animals
to them
but the surgical
truth of hate
head shot with fear
just fear is all is
left
and hunger
a tank rolling over
a rocket fired
that’s what they are
to me
it’s all happening
again
just a difference of
opinion
they say it’s the
same God too
always was and
always will be
there’s nothing on
the Earth like that
is there a better
place for proof?
they are bulldozing
the prison
tunnelling again
once and somewhere
all these were
people
they loved
they laughed
you could talk with
them
today
no school
no work
no food
no wash
no drink
no clothes
no trust
no hope
trumpets to
crescendo
and the walls come
down
we must remember
where we are
and who
all this
in the name of the
only one God
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