The Bitter Soil, Gaza 2024
The Bitter Soil, Gaza 2024
Earth, Gaia, mother of us all
wars defile her sacred gifts
we sow the dead like seeds
reap a harvest from our guns
in this shattered land
charred by hate and want
hospitals plant mass graves
no dignity in these deaths
infants wrapped side by side
flowers of their native dirt
plucked newborn buds
where only wreaths are grown.
Copyright © Michele Fermanis-Winward | Year Posted 2024
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