The screams of children, young and dying—
Tear the fabric of our world;
Yet old men plead for bombs to fall
On Gaza’s boys and girls.
“Their parents voted; the die’s been cast;
Fathers’ sins sowed their fate;
Their infants must be blown to bits;
We must trade hate for hate!”
A child of seven kneels before Mars;
Her home’s reduced to stones—
She cries besides her bloodied mother;
She wallows … broken and alone.
The sins of her parents: a mighty weight—
It has reduced her life to doubt.
Her light has not yet begun to spark,
But Holy War shall snuff it out!
