This is Entry 26 in the Mondo Awards end-of-year Inspire-us contest. The author also wrote our first Entry.
Gaza-ing through the bullet-lit sky
I wonder why I ignored the cries from this place
Where my feet now stand
Where even waste lays waste
I fertilize hope
So my son may get her face
I lean on the gods
That I may catch upto words.
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Gaza-ing at the branches I never had time to see
I want to leave behind this place
Where blood blossoms on each tree
Where pride masks each face.
I am more self aware
I no longer chase
I am more afraid
He will get my face.
I can’t find the words.
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Gaza-ing at the sea I had not the patience to understand
I just want to connect to this place.
Where an the act of opening your hand
Is to give – not take.
How could I have neglected such a special place
Where dreams have a dream
But only for dreaming’s sake.
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Gaza-ing at the hills I will never truly know
I wish I could spraypaint the annals of this place
I’d hijack jills.
I’d roll up these hills.
I’d keep him safe.
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When can I return to this place
Where the gods shrug to God
And he begs to Fate
But he too knows he arrived here
Just a little too late
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Gaza is burning.
