the mule in Gaza
The mule in Gaza
Slowly, on delicate legs, the last mule
in Gaza, pulling a cart carrying old
mattresses, broken chairs, and small
shrouds of children to a resting place
Pulling a kart is as easy as there is no
elevations in Gaza, nor is there
a succulent green field where to feed
Who feeds the mule? It can't live on
spent shells alone, who gives it water
to drink, can it be Hamas, who see in
the mule: the long dream of freedom
We all have dreams, the mule's easy
a green field of luscious green grass.
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