Sans Everything #Gaza

Bring a candle of your making;

Light it and see it beaming

In a very dark and cold room;

Wait until the last bit of it:

Watch it standing in the gloom.

A candle after another,

Flaring, lasting,

Comes a hurricane and blows it out:

So weak, so helpless.

Carry your child wherever you go,

Nine months in the womb and

A lot more in life.

They bring happiness and joy;

They flare when all is dark.

Then long before the age of weakness

Comes an occupier and blows them out,

Chops them to pieces:

Sans teethsans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”

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