In early 2009 while I was watching the news and following events unfold in Palestine, I became increasingly angry at how civilians were targetted and suffered at the hands of a professional army, in a war that need not be. Sat on the sofa one day, I wrote this poem.
It's not a rhyming rythmic type of prose but it speaks what my heart and head were feeling.
"The thoughts of the future beginning with now, the feelings inside me shout a question of how? How can we watch the injustice prevail when we know what we see is so wrong, inhumane.
White Phosphorus bombs burning the skin of the children god sent because they want to win.
This isn’t the world where I want to live, where people sit back and expect not to give! Something to humanity to open their eyes, to see what we need is action inside, inside our borders and also ourselves to highlight injustice abolish this hell.
Humans, inside them they are all born good it’s the lives that they lead which then spills the blood. Who has the right to do this to me, to my fellow beings who are all born free. It must be a game, yes that what it is, them over there against those over where, where people go hungry, crammed into land which once was their own, but now they don’t know, who will look after the ones left behind, in rubble and dying from a man made landslide.
Words just like weapons, can hurt and can maime, the actions of others who don’t think the same, so what is my stance as I look at the news, whose side will I take and what point will I make, to those who wont listen or pretend not to hear the cries of the people, because their not near."
Peace
Alan
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