i.
Stereotyped fire games;
some set afire,
others sit at the fire,

barbecue's on,
in Gaza

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ii.
I wanted to send my breath
to those under the siege of death
In Gaza,
but they've blown all
the communicative channels
or should I say, tunnels??

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iii.

If we could speak
we would tell
how bad it is
to smell the corpse
remnants
left down to rot
under walls
broken

if we could listen,
we would tell
how woeful it
is to hear
children's laughter
struck with bombs
and with cold blood
stolen.

If we could see
we would tell
how many tears
and more fears
are yet to born
and many
innocent dreams
fallen.

but we are
deaf
blind
and
mute

for deafness is but quietness
blindness brings ultimate peace
muteness, the sound of silence,
is what we wish not to cease.