Every hour a child dies in Gaza,
their heart beating for the decades
to come, for the many joys
and long sorrows of a life
expected, ceasing,
the lives that extended
to the next century
coming to an end under rubble,
in a pool of blood on a street corner,
in a blazing tent that gave
no protection against cold or missile,
on the operating table of a hospital
half-ruined, what could have saved
them denied by the killer.
Every hour a child dies in Gaza.
16.12.2024
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