A Rose For Gaza
Gaza is a garden full of roses.
No petals to crush and bruise
to release their fragrance.
Dust and the stench
No green space left.
No sweet tranquility,
peace or quiet.
No garden of Eden here.
No gateway to paradise.
Rubble and rock roses.
So I shall plant a rose for Gaza
in my green space,
in my tranquil garden.
I won’t bruise it,
just gently sniff its fragrance
and hope that one day
fragrant roses will bloom again
in the garden of Gaza.
What else can I do?
Theatre Cloud, Oct 2014 - Shortlisted for War Poetry for Today poetry prize
Poetry For Change Anthology, Poets Haven - Vending Machine Press, Nov 2014
Degenerates - Voices For Peace Anthology, Weasel Press, June 2015
Divided Lines Anthology, CTU Pub, Starving Artist Fund, June 2015
Zaira, Issue 1, Sept 2015
Inspired by Ghandi Anthology, Oct 2015 (forthcoming)
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