Gully Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

Mediterranean is no sea
it is a gully of pain
formed by the incessant flow of tears
of a million infants who were witnesses
to their mothers violated for weeks by mobs of hooligans
to their fathers obliterated, sprayed into shards with bullets
to their food and water robbed right before their eyes;

a gully formed by the blood and bodies of infants
massacred, over many decades.

Mediterranean is the dead body
of a nation that was,
now, a graveyard,
The Graveyard of humanity
right at the centre of the universe.