Morning In Gaza Streep

Every morning
Is darker than the others,
The mornings already past
In the history…

Sun is not enough
For the mornings
With new dead bodies
With torn limbs

Everywhere under the rubbles,
Beyond the reach of human tolerance
Beyond the reach of wildest premonition
Beyond the reach of the protesters

Standing in solidarity
Standing in unison
Standing in bewilderment
In rage, helplessly

Shocked, horrified alarmed
Tensed, grieved and stunned
Occupying the streets in millions…
In cities in capitols

Every morning
Is darker than the others,
The mornings already past
In the history…

Mornings are mere numbers
Unmasking new faces
Hypocrite, cruel unscrupulous
Biased, supremacist

Faces without soul
Faces without heart
Faces without any repentance
Evil and demonic

Politicians, diplomats
Leaders, preachers
Writers’ intellectuals,
And the poets

Even the poets, many in numbers, writing…
Not a single word, mourning
The dead, killed and being murdered
Every day in Gaza Streep!

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