poems from gaza: Your Eid, Gaza
Your Eid is crying,
Screaming and sighing,
And your child is asking:
“Where’s my sweet treat?
Where did it go, leaving me?”
Your silence grows long,
And your strength feels gone,
You wish for death,
Your voice is nearly gone —
“It’s okay, my son…”
Your sorrow betrays you,
Tears flood your eyes,
Your whole world collapses,
You shut your lids,
And silence begins…
It moves your hands,
Fills all of you,
And calls your name —
Your eyes tear up,
Yet your face stays kind.
Your child in your arms
Drinks from your tears,
Still he’s not full…
So he cries and crawls,
Wanders away,
Runs off searching
For any Eid —
And finds none at all.
