You tried to shield her from the bombs
when you cradled her in your arms.
And now both of you are dead.
Is Israel’s thirst for blood now fed?
You loved her ’til the end
that poor child that never sinned.
Innocent blood must be avenged
and I don’t care who I offend.
The cries of the dying all went ignored
while we prayed unto the Lord.
What good are all our prayers
against the bombs of billionaires?
Shelby I. Courtland
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