RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GAZA
How Many?
A child born in Rafah
Just an hour before his fate
He had nothing to do with the raging war
His existence was soon erased
They are heaped in massive trenches
Like victims of a deadly plague
How horrid the stench of death
Like a nightmare from a lost dark age
A dozen here, a thousand there
They no longer have names or faces
The Gaza Strip is a hell on earth
The worst of the hellish places
We no longer want all the answers
We no longer want to know why
The only thing we want to know is:
How many more must die?
You once taught us to care for others
Now we’ve discovered it was a lie
If we fail to stop this brutal attack
How many more will die?
(re: Chris Hayes of MSNBC)
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