Ground Force Gaza

 

This poem is an update.

I wish it wasn’t.

The original was written in 2014.

I didn’t expect to write a sequel,

but here we are again.

 

One hour to leave

carrying what you can

knowing everything you love

will be destroyed 

behind you.

 

Who could do this?

People could not do it.

Could not do the things they did.

Soldiers.

Things in uniform obeying orders,

yes sir no sir-ing their way into oblivion.

They could do it.

They would do anything, if told to.

 

Humanity suspended or cuckooed.

Killing machines, destroyers of dreams,

burying them in the rubble with the bits.

With the bits of bodies, 

the hands and the feet,

the breasts and the balls.

Things in uniform.

Daleks of death.

They could do it.

 

Maybe if enough things die

they will stop their slaughter.

Maybe if enough things die

they will become extinct

like the dodo,

the stuff of legend

like the unicorn.

I hope so.

​https://www.therecusant.org.uk/lynn-white-poems


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