Ode for Gaza …

we seal our mouths,

lips sewn shut,

furiously wagging tongues,
hushed, shushed,

mute, impotent,
the deafening silence apalls,

while innocents are put up against the walls,

still we remain mute,
hushed, shushed,

just so it isn’t me or us,

human beings, all,

helplessly desolate,

forgotten petals,
of weeping olives,

perennially crushed.