Amidst the rubble and confusion
a child's hand clutching a toy.
Near by
The hand's arm twisted grotesquely
around a dead young woman.
Was it the hand's mother
to which the infant body clung?
Sans hands, sans eyes, sans-
You did your job smart bomb but,
after the first death there is no other.
(In memoriam the children of Gaza/* Grateful thanks to Dylan Thomas)
The is no greater tragedy than the death of a child, except perhaps when it is under the dark clouds of unnecessary violence or thoughtless war. You’ve capture the essence of that perfectly. Indeed there is but one death.
Jerry, You remind us that a single child is more important than a single-minded political view. But we read these types of poems from our sheltered lives and feel inadequate to do anything about how we think and feel. George Szirtes has commented on his web site about making donations to Unicef and not taking sides, acting on behalf of the children. You might want to take a look at his comment. Sincere best wishes, Sue Ann Simar
oh god! ! this is a wonderful heart felt sad poem........great write
this is a very strong poem it has alot of imagery a good write i say 10!
Touching piece of work.Gaza took such a terrible assault we can all understand where you're coming from.
wars and rumors of war should never happen. the innocent are the losers. good write
Hauntingly stirring, Mr. Hughes. Words to provoke confusion and revenge, yet calm our inner anger... How unfortunate that violence forces these memories upon us.
sir your poem shook me from within.. and could not stop myself from hailing curses on these perpetrators of this ghastly crime... 10+++ certainly.. regards prashant
Cruelity creamates the body but not the soul. Written in great synpathy for the innocent deaths. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's chilling Hope wars stop and never happen. good work