For The Children Of Gaza Poem by kelvin karani

I share your pain friends
Though we be from different lands
Speaking different tongues
Living different lives
I feel your pain.

Your lives like mine; ours
Are short, brutish and unceremonious
We make an entrance into their world
Perform a short play that our lives are
Then exit- just like that!
Our genesis is our end.

The media brings your stories
Grotesque, full of your anguish
O! The bombs and shells
Smoke you out, choke the sky; bluish

You must have heard of us
How our kind of bombs and shells
Of hunger, disease and ignorance
Promote us to vague glory
At ages so tender.

No matter your pain
Keep your head high
You are human beings
Owing none an apology
Of having been born
You have a right to be
And so do we
Stand your ground!