SIX HUNDRED DAYS AND MORE

I watch a father carry his toddler son,

his dead toddler son,

                                  in Gaza today

after Israel bombed the home

of the Abu Sha'riah family

in the al-Sabra neighbourhood,

a little boy in an orange shirt

dead on his father's arms,

because all those people

in high places

                       who have

told us "Never Again!"

            again and again,

who have laid

                         and are still laying

wreathes on genocide memorials,

who quote Anne Frank

and Elie Wiesel,

                            they don't care,

haven't cared for twenty months,

for fifty-eight years,

for seventy-seven years,

those people in high places

talking about "Never Again!"

and seeing

                  nothing wrong

with little children

dead on their parents' arms

or dead beside their dead parents

in their dozens

                         each day,

six hundred days

                             and more.

07.06.2025

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