Gaza Sonnet
Unarmed, unfed, unprotected, they tread,
For food parcels dealt by cold, ruthless hands.
A death trap masked as mercy, cloaked in dread,
Gunmen scout the crowd, the UN banned.
They risk the crush of death within their land,
No lullabies or baby milk remain.
Pounding animal feed to make a sort of flour –
Leaves become food that dulls the hunger pain.
The drones above hum like a ghostly choir,
Their watchful eyes extend the catastrophe.
The Holy Land consumed in unbelievable fire,
Sacred blood spilled beneath the cross’s glare.
This nightmare lives; no refuge to be found,
Hope seems buried under children’s bones.
Another Poem by Skendong: Laid Bare: Ancient Prophesy, Epic Conflict & Destiny