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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