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Sunday, December 3, 2023
A Sunday Afternoon in Gaza
Passed Away
Top hat, top hat
pray, pray, pray,
beards of ashes
leading the way:
to heaven's pearls,
to sorrow days, of
penitence and food array.
Top hat, top hat
gather the faithful, stay
by the tomb, by the past
by the things that lead us stray..
Once here, one day gone
it is our destiny to roam
this earth, this city, this play
until death come and take us away.
Grab the shovel and throw the dirt
on the one who went away: count
one, two, three and strike the ground hard
15,000 times, ongoing slaughtered
don't let it display the need to feel
the pain of being alive and well
why our love ones pass away
we must go on says the prayer
of those who stay
we must keep the memory of the brother, sister
buried on the cold and dark ground
we walk away and leave you behind
our hearts filled with sorrow
our mind empty of all the molecules that make the universe expand away
We are no more too, like you.