Gaza! Gaza! Gaza!

Gaza! Gaza! Gaza!
Say it a hundred times,
A thousand times, a million times
To declaim the ongoing genocide
In the ancient land of Palestine

Gaza! Gaza! Gaza!
Say it a hundred times,
A thousand, a million times
Lest we forget
The wanton destruction
Of a once beautiful land
Rendered nearly uninhabitable
By massive bombardment
Starvation, restrictions on movement
That separate families
And make the land a prison

Gaza, Gaza, Gaza
Say it softly, quietly, lovingly
To the breezes that whisper
From the Mediterranean
And the gentle rains that have always fallen
From the star-soaked sky
The mother sky
That has been watching with love
And knows this land will again be
Undivided Palestine
From river to sea
A home for all its peoples
Forevermore

Gaza …  Gaza … Gaza

Buff Whitman-Bradley’s pamphlet, Broken Stars: Gaza Poems, is available from Fomite Press. All the poems in it originally appeared in Dissident Voice. Read other articles by Buff.