From Kyiv to Gaza



Death rains on Gaza

From clouds of bombs

In skies of lies

Leaving twisted bodies

Entombed beneath rubble

 

Infants breath their last

With gasps of horror, as their lives are snatched

Before they were fully lived

Their dismembered bodies bear witness

Their innocent blood cry out for justice

 

Bewildered mothers wonder

If tomorrow they bury another child

Or if their own corpses would be

The uninterred remains, amidst shrapnel and debris

 

Displaced families flee to ever fleeting places of refuge

Grasping at mirages of safety, nudged to the tragic reality

Of Zionist intent at mass slaughter, and unmitigated brutality

 

Yet, empty talks fill the hallways of governments in the West

With the stench of star-spangled hypocrisy

White voices with power that condemn the neo-Tsar

Are silent before the travesty of an accursed King Saul

 

With their bloodstained hands

They turn away the face of Bartholdi’s statue

From the ferocity of the savagery they stand behind

Whilst their seemingly cultured lips

Chant hollowed mantras of liberty and equality

 

They have swapped Justitia’s sword for bombs

And her blindfold is torn asunder, revealing blue eyes

Her scales which bore gold for Ukraine, bears dust for Palestine

And I cannot but ask:

How many lives in Gaza equals one in Kyiv?

 

© Baba Aye, December 2023

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