Rafah

Posted on May 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Sleeping under canvas
whole families shuddering with fear and with pain
it’s dark some release their nerves
and then Israel drops it’s American Bombs
and a firestorm enters their bedrooms
Gand turns them to bloodied crisp
A few survivors cry,
heads roll,
bodies become cinder

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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