Ink Drops

This is a nice poem by Michael Rosen about what Gazans 

endured during the Zionist barbarian 22-day attack.

Poem for Gaza 

by Michael Rosen

In Gaza, children,

you learn that the sky kills

and that houses hurt.

You learn that your blanket is smoke

and breakfast is dirt.

You learn that cars do somersaults

clothes turn red,

friends become statues,

bakers don’t sell bread.

You learn that the night is a gun,

that toys burn

breath can stop,

it could be your turn.

You learn:

if they send you fire

they couldn’t guess:

not just the soldier dies -

it’s you and the rest.

Nowhere to run,

nowhere to go,

nowhere to hide

in the home you know.

You learn

that death isn’t life,

that air isn’t bread,

the land is for all.

You have the right to be

Not Dead.

You have the right to be

Not Dead.

You have the right to be

Not Dead.

Yes you do my dear sweet children, yes you do.