Rubble

The rubble of Gaza, rubble of hope
the shame of what we have wrought together,
each a part, each apart, unexploded 
munitions lying all about, the dead

decaying in the ruins, in our hearts
unexploded munitions of hatred,
never again never again becomes a dirge,
limbs that are left drag the living through dust

which is a library of infamy, no tongue
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