Gaza

There is a war out there.
And no one is able to say who started it.

There, people shrouded in glowing white
Move around, mostly children.
It is a silent procession through broken down buildings made of alphabets
A playground that came apart under lights, like a nervous acrobat
With a spine of cactus.
A little farther down the road, is the " Dead Mothers' Lost and Found Dept."
"Finders keepers", they say, "Losers weepers", they say.
Continuing into the night, they will find their favourite film star,
On fire, frightened and not such a hero afterall.
He will die, forever, and the thought will break that girl's heart.
They come upon a barbed mirror and ask;
"Are we on the wrong side, or is that the right side?"

Then the youngest and weakest of those children
That boy right at the back of the amnesty queue
Who has silently been fitting together these pieces of alphabets, acrobats, dead mothers
and broken hearts into his jigsaw puzzle memory,
that boy will say
"I can't wait to grow up and find out"

Do you ever wonder
about the terrifying whirligig of time?