Gaza: How Can An Australian Tweet Its Soul?

I wrote a tweet just now: “How can an Australian Tweet the soul of Gaza Capture the fear, the strength, the outrage, the sorrow? But Tweet I must. in total support.” I have no memory, no experience, no understanding. So I resort to poetry and do the best I can.

Tis Morning Here Is My Light My Soul

Tis morning
The sun rises in an ever blueing sky
Birds call
Waves break gently on the beach
I rise from rem
Refreshed

Tis morning
My heart still beats
Smoke swirls
No sleep last night
As drones droned jets screamed
The dead stifle their cries

Tis morning
Revenge is mine
I am the human god
My will controls
My idf kills
There is no end while Gaza stands

Tis morning
Smoke swirls orange in the light
Phosphorous burns
Uranium spreads its gamma rays
Into my soil my crops my seed
The unborn are deformed

Tis morning
How does the world this day
Ignore
Is there no light to see our plight
None are so blind
Who can but Zion see

Tis morning
Dark is my soul
Dark is my call to fight
Dark is my heart
Hope
Here is my light

Tis morning
The sun rises in an ever blueing sky
Birds call
Waves break gently on the beach
I rise from rem
Refreshed here is my soul

2 thoughts on “Gaza: How Can An Australian Tweet Its Soul?”

  1. Many years ago I was at Sachsenhausen concentration camp as part of a medical group visiting East Germany.
    I could not face the tour round the experimentation block where prisoners were tortured in the name of medical science before being killed anyway.
    I sat instead on a bench ,looking out through the fence on a beautiful scene, a forest full of birds and sunshine and blue sky. I wondered how many poor souls had sat there wondering what their tomorrow would be and how such beauty could exist alongside their horror.
    This poem is a tribute to them too, the Jews being persecuted by the Nazi regime.
    Sad, so sad,that they should now be the persecutors.

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