Without hands the children of Gaza
Punch the numbers into an ancient calculator
Counting the dead.
Without feet the people of Gaza
Walk every square inch of the ravage and ruin
Of their immemorial homeland.
Without homes the mothers and fathers of Gaza
Build shelters of stories and dust
For their families to sleep in.
Without adequate defense against the ongoing genocide
Friends and neighbors in Gaza
Disguise themselves as collapsed buildings
They hide beneath the wind
And send the jackals of shame
To howl forever in the guts of the assassins.
Without the backing of powerful nations
The Palestinian people cannot possibly
Open the monster’s jaws;
The Palestinian people, nevertheless, persist.
