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Laid Bare V: Ancient Prophesy, Epic Conflict & Destiny

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Laid Bare V- Skendong Poetry

Laid Bare V

I’m scared to switch over
From EastEnders to Al Jazeera.
Even though I think I should.

Last time I did they took
Me inside a darkened room
Where premature babies
In ill-fitting nappies
Lay in rows on a makeshift
Incubated floor
Lined with foil to warm them
Should they die of cold.

Their rib cages stick out
From their skin.
No fluid, heat or oxygen.
The screaming jolted me
From 2,000 miles away –
Quiver my lips
And tears burst forth.

This critical situation
Affords the frantic doctor
To shoo the camera
And when it returns
The tots are wrapped
In turquoise blankets.

Fond memories fade.

I deeply inhale the sorrow.

I ring my brother
And ask if he saw the news.
He said he couldn’t follow
For he’s just stopped crying.
I ring my sister
She said she couldn’t follow,
She’s just stopped crying.

In a brutal 40 days
The occupier collapsed
A place of healing
To the extent where
The number of dead
Can not be tallied.

Thousands of explosive tonnes
Equivalent of two dropped


Merkava tanks and guns

The screeching screams.
We can hear them.

Poem by Skendong: Laid Bare VI: Ancient Prophesy, Epic Conflict & Destiny

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