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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