It was only after writing this piece of poetry that I really looked into the past of the Israel/Gaza border war. All in all, I can't really say which side I support in the conflict. Both of them have made poor aggressive mistakes and to be honest I think they are as bad as each other. That being said, I wrote this poem after reading several recent articles revolving around the shelling of schools and the humanitarian crisis that's occurring, or rather had been occurring in Gaza at the time.
Who even gives a damn if you're a black, a white or even Asian?
Look around, it's seems we've figured out ourselves we're all the same skin,
Besides, now we've got democrats, republicans and liberals to spill our hate in.
It's amazing, the villain seems to always get control,
Waging wars in which they never fight, at least not they themselves alone,
Instead as a head of a nation, they risk the population as a whole,
And I'm not here to point fingers, but you can see it in the death tolls,
Look up the polls, nazi Germany, 6 million Jews dead,
And in the war that ensued for their freedom 7,375,800 Germans took rounds of lead,
How many in comparison were the ones who stood behind the desks?
Who commanded this campaign of hatred, who sent the population to their deaths?
Even the top dog of the lot spent his last days safe, concealed on the back line,
And despite that it was all just his own impassioned method of divine,
He built a wall of lesser men to distance himself from his own crime,
And despite the loss of a generation of families through his lies,
Despite the sheer number of Jews and Germans tortured by his political guise,
Despite that he would allow those men in his place to sacrifice,
Still, within his creature comforts he survived the blight of war by taking his own life.
Power is a platform that lays on the backs of others strife.
And now look to Gaza, where mothers, children, fathers are left to rot,
Where another form of genocide is warming up the plot,
Where daily, those that die are not a military lot,
But the innocent and stranded in a cage waiting to be shot.
Where the water is a luxury that no man has even got,
Where the houses now are rubble, where the payloads had been dropped,
And who stands in the background ordering this horrific defiance of god?
Those same sufferers of evil, that this world pledged to and had not forgot,
I am not a racist, I am not anti Semitic, I've no time to be, I am not,
But this stinks of an similar genocide, stirred in a similar form of pot,
And I hope that those that sit beneath those higher men feel the blood in their backs begin to clot,
That they see.
Power is a platform that needs to be promptly lifted off.
Also please, check out this astounding video recording made of the rescue of a small child buried by rubble. If nothing else, this stands as a poignant reminder of the true victims in political warfare.
Post by Thông Tin Hàn Quốc.
Post by Thông Tin Hàn Quốc.