Dear Caitlin, Thank you. When the truth about the tragedy of Gaza is written one day, your poem will have its rightful place. In the meantime we weep with you for the countless children killed, grown old and wise before their time, witnessing unspeakable horrors, starving, sick and bewildered, orphaned, their bodies blown to shreds, mothers and fathers picking up the pieces, grandmothers crying out to an uncaring world. Forced to flee from one makeshift shelter in the rubble wasteland to another, only to be met again and again and again with bombs made in America. And the world watches on.
Dear Caitlin, Thank you. When the truth about the tragedy of Gaza is written one day, your poem will have its rightful place. In the meantime we weep with you for the countless children killed, grown old and wise before their time, witnessing unspeakable horrors, starving, sick and bewildered, orphaned, their bodies blown to shreds, mothers and fathers picking up the pieces, grandmothers crying out to an uncaring world. Forced to flee from one makeshift shelter in the rubble wasteland to another, only to be met again and again and again with bombs made in America. And the world watches on.
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Beautifully expressed Indu - very poignant...