Try to imagine
Your mother
One moment
You can see her smile
The next just an awful explosion
The house
You can now taste the bile
You are bleeding
From every orifice
Your mother is no where around
Just the stench of cordite
And vileness
And blood and guts
There on the ground

A child recollects a dear mother
Remember the loudness of sound
Bloodied soaked in the resentment
Looking to see what you’ve found
Pieces of the kitchen are hanging
Pieces of mother there too
The stench of war
From within your core
Mother I can now see you

Israel I remember it’s close by
Gaza is where we are now
Lost in a haze of resentment
Asking the god in us how
Could mother have been blown to pieces
Bits of her thrown everywhere
My fingers are bleeding
Life is receding
All I have left is despair

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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