Chicano Poet

Friday, January 02, 2009

Gaza

The poor man says he’s afraid
to go out and buy bread.

He’s afraid he’ll get caught in the bombings,
he’s out of fuel for his stove,

His children are scared,
his wife worries about them.

The blitzkrieg continues, the panzer divisions
advance, the storm troopers march.

The wondrous eyes of the children
elicit no response from the invaders.

4 Comments:

At 4:24 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is excellent. Thank you.

 
At 10:09 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I appreciate you thinking of those stuck in Gaza... it helped me remember the suffering...

 
At 11:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Long Live Palestine!!! Porque soy India entiendo sus sufrimientos. Soy Palestina!!!

E. Bernal

 
At 8:36 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Matt,Flowy and Esmeralda.Not much any of us can do when our government not only looks the other way but supplies the weapons.

 

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