These days are a heavy burden,
seven hundred and seventeen days
witnessing a genocide;
have we gone a day
without seeing a body
of a murdered innocent?
Yet heavier the rubble
on the dead and the trapped living
under the ruins
of their bombed homes,
under the ruins
of their bombed dreams -
all the lives that were,
all the lives that should have been
for seven hundred and seventeen days.
25.09.2025
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