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 th...