Seven and half hours
of doing something
to share
what is being done
to human beings
in Gaza,
and now the day
is over, the birds
sing in the summer dark
and my mind
seeks her image,
raises it before the world's pain,
imagines her beside
me, listening
to the birds singing in the dark,
the blood that courses
in unruptured veins, following
the need to forget, briefly,
the people who sat in a cafe,
waited at a warehouse for aid,
and are now dead, never
hearing the sound of birds
singing in the summer dark
when guns are silent
and those who broke
human body after human body
after human body are caged animals.
01.07.2025
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