Gaza: a father beats the floor in grief

As he feels his son’s last desperate breath.

It seems indecent to say any more,

As when, that evil Saturday morning,

A Holocaust survivor was cut down

During a crimson-coloured bout of rage.

I tell myself: this cannot be the best

That humankind has to offer. One day,

The innocent will inherit the Earth,

The puffball types in uniform will stumble

And the corporate fat cats will no longer

Sign for the next batch of killing machines,

And most of all there’ll be no place to hide,

No ‘somewhere’ for the ones who do not care.