This poem is an *IA Writing Competition (creative work category) entry.
Moan of Gaza
Moan of Gaza, Moan of Gaza, men have made you.
You’re so like a city laid out like dominoes
is it only ’cause you’re flattened that they see you?
For those horizontal dominoes, Moan of Gaza?
Do you lie to tempt responders, Moan of Gaza?
Or is this your way to make a human weep?
Many architects have dreams of your rebuild.
They just lie there and they languish there.
Have you breath, are you real, Moan of Gaza?
Or just a cold and lonely ugly wreck of war?
Do you lie to tempt responders, Moan of Gaza?
Or is this your way to make a human weep?
Many architects have dreams of your rebuild.
They just lie there and they languish there.
Have you breath, are you real, Moan of Gaza?
Or just a cold and lonely ugly wreck of war?
Moan of Gaza, Moan of Gaza.
K F Pearson has been an art critic, journalist, editor, and anthologist. He is also a co-founder of Black Pepper Publishing and the author of several poetry books, which can be found HERE.
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