Ghosts of Palestinian Children Killed in Gaza

Ghosts of Palestinian Children Killed in Gaza

A Poem by Bob B

Our spirits hover over the rubble--

Here and there a school or dwelling,

An abandoned camp or a hospital--

Targets of constant Israeli shelling.

 

We see our bodies within the debris--

Along with our siblings, our fathers and mothers,

Doctors, teachers, journalists, medics,

Aid-workers and many others.

 

We see the doctors desperately

Treating the injured with few supplies.

Cries of anguish and pain fill the night

As rockets carry more bombs through the skies.

 

While Palestinians are under attack

And tens of thousands of people have died,

The world wastes its time debating

"IS it or ISN'T it genocide?"

 

"Ethnic cleansing"--whatever you call it--

Is murder on a scale that is grand.

It's Netanyahu's excuse to commit

Atrocities in the "holy land."

 

A fantasy of the "chosen people"?

Thousands of years of tribal strife,

Blood, murder, vengeance, violence…

Lies in the scriptures come to life.

 

Countries supplying Netanyahu

With deadly weapons, have you no shame?

Have you lost your sense of compassion?

In what he's doing, you share the blame.

 

Our spirits hover; our sadness lingers.

We yearn for the madness and killing to cease.

We yearn for an amicable resolution.

Will we be able to rest in peace?

 

-by Bob B (4-16-25)

© 2025 Bob B


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