A mother and her baby die together at home

Defiance was the wrath

that they contend with

resistance on a level

that must be

monumental for a loving mother

cradling her baby on her knee

broken, twisted, torn

her baby with her

confronted by the hand of death for she

stood her ground

resisted as she always had

unyielding was her pose

as we can see

hostilities were so unfair

and futile

your combativeness decries

your sick intent

bloodshed goes before you

you are a bunch of bloody psycho’s

on the offensive clearly now hell bent

on murdering the innocent

those pure hearts on their bed

bloodied we can feel their pain

can smell  their pain

and are led

away from all this fighting

death alas does feed

the need to cut down

innocent mothers

and watch their children bleed

the arena is there broken homes

their shadows on their wall

the children lying all lop sided

just where they did fall

beside their sweet dear mothers

little dolls of war

Israel the aggressor

the misfortune at her core

creating a great plague of sin

and bleakness as she flies

her tanks her shells all inglorious

does she realize

the illegitimacy of murdering

the mother

and her child

as tears well up in all of us

yes we all feel wild

severity and strictness

rigidity and pain

a rod of iron a draconian kick

more pitilessness again

violence for the sake of it

tyranny its there

harassment and persecution

and malevolent despair

subjecting souls to enslavement

to curfews and control

impounding them and confinement

each one holds a soul

no different in reality to the gunner

far away

who fires his filthy launcher

and brings on. all this dismay

Gaza is no more or less

a concentration stall

each home bears  great scars of war

as convicts overhaul

the sentinels of being

slaughtered in each raid

without a mandate tragically

the oppressors stock in trade

their lives have all been stolen

the finality is here

we look at them and our eyes swell up

of course we share their fear

the discomfort and the anguish

the torture and the pain

condemned to death for nothing

their lives in fact in vain

hopelessness and wretchedness

chagrined and mortified

shocking and pathetic

its gets us deep inside

a cold dissatisfaction

that evil dares to be

as hideous and as repulsive

as everything we see