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.