GAZA

GENOCIDE

ICONS OF INNOCENCE

Coexistence

Is humanity’s Title Deed

To survival!

In human greed

Comes the revival

Of  belligerence!

There’s protectorate

In the electorate

To incorporate error

With power

And power

With terror!

Death is aimed

The mother framed

The cradle claimed!

Survival is maimed

Existence walled

Justice stalled!

*

In eternity’s sanctuary

No obituary!

The children are awake

In ageless play

Watching reincarnation display

A sovereign stake!

*

Death

Has been our annual aid

To date!

Hope

Is Gaza’s yoke

Through our roadblocks!

In Gaza’s carnage

Is the Quartet’s entourage

And the viserage

Of international laws

And outlaws!

Silence, alas

Is the quilt

Of our guilt:

The ballast

Of our conscience

And omniscience!

                                  - Dom Martin

Death is an awful thought — lachrymose indeed!  Yet, the imprint of death on the faces of the children killed in Israel’s 2008/2009 devastating siege on Gaza, dons an angelic aura.  They appear asleep in eternity’s embrace — never again to be awoken or traumatized by the apocalypse of sonic booms, DIMES, artillery shells and phosphorous incinerations.

The above poem is dedicated to the Children of Gaza, who were deprived the gift of existence and the realization of ordinary bliss.                                                            — Dom Martin