A mother wails
Bemoans her child
Killed every moment
Of every day
Of every month
Of every year
For eight decades
Soul sores
Raging untamed
Wounds ragged and raw
Words avalanche
Unmanicured, unpolished
Deafening, no sound
Story untold
Biting her pain
Quoting their books
Pointing her finger
Screaming out loud
They can’t be “chosen”
They are a fraud
If her voice
Offends you
More
Than
Mountains of babies
Starved
Burned
Shredded
Crushed
Into oblivion
You need to question your moral compass
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Poetry for Palestine 