Miscellanea

a life is a life

We see for fourteen you kill nine hundred, are yours worth so much more

Then all the weeping of Palestine, who cannot fight an equal war

So this is your new holocaust, although you call it something else

You split Gaza into three, herding the old and weak like cattle

Surely you remember this; you have been here before, not so long ago, I fear

Pity the nation who thinks its self right; pity its people who forget how they died

©Marguerite Rami