USA Africa Dialogue Series - Gaza (Poem)

By Chidi Anthony Opara

 

Bombs,

Rockets

Rouse me from silence,

Gaza blazes again.

I see sacrilege

In the shrines of the good gods,

I hear loud laughter

And clicks of wine glasses

From the mansions

Of merchants of war weapons.

 

I stand gazing at Gaza.

The smokes rise

And shield my gaze

From the slaughter.

 

From the risen smokes

I hear the cries

Of the wounded

And the bereaved,

The dead are dumb.

 

I am drenched

By the tears

Of the weeping world.

 

(Poem presented as social service, all rights reserved).

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