What did you do while the children of Gaza
were dying?
I argued with their killers.
I said that the innocent deserve innocence.
That the sound of laughter is better than nightmares,
and briefer. That the cost of killing
may be higher than the price of dying.
Do killers ever listen? They are deafened
by their weapons’ drone and by the grate
of their own voices raging, denying.
They said that they needed to feel safe.
They said there are no children in Gaza,
only young combatants.
They said they are little snakes that will grow,
and it is better to kill them in their nests.
And what of the teachers? The singers? The artists?
The fathers? The mothers?
They said that all who live there are terrorists.
And as for the mothers, they said it is they
who bear the little snakes.
Did your protestations do any good?
No. I lost my breath, I lost my words, I lost my heart.
But had I not argued, I would have lost my soul.
Did any children survive?
In body, yes. In spirit, it is not sure.
The children who lived, what will become of them?
Their eyes will sear holes in the night sky.
Remember this when you look at the stars:
that it is the burning eyes of Gaza’s children
that hold your gaze.
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