Ground Force Gaza Episode Two


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, 

you and 1.5 million others.

You and 1.5 million Others.


Who could do this?

People could not do it.

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.

Killing machines. 

Destroyers of dreams

with their tanks and bulldozers,

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.

They could do it.


Revenge is never sweet.


But 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://kingfisherpoetryforum.blogspot.com/2024/05/lynn-white.html



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