Palestine

Palestine
Every night your moon comes up
In a helmet.
Every morning your sun shows up ...
In a bullet proof jacket.

Your Gazan stars shiver silently in anticipation of gore
Your morning dew is visibly dry with distress.
Napalm filled clouds patrol your alleys
Instead of children.
Rivers of blood decay as corpse on your beds.
The scavenger birds screech in sheer delight
As the scream of an eagle squadron splits your horizon
Eagle bombers come laying embers in your space.
But all is quiet. There’s no panic.
Death and destruction has made all this commonplace.
Flame and Ice taste the same to your children
Only tombestones now separate your life and death.
I see you have built new pyramids out of
Human skull.
And a blind Sphinx stands in guard over them.