Cheryl Daytec, 'Footnote To The Gaza Assaults'
Footnote To The Gaza Assaults
The coppices and orchards became graveyards
Fashioned like desolation, their color is violence
Flowers for all seasons have been stunted, wilted
What sprouts from battlefields but odious hate
Whose thirst is quenched not by water but blood
Yearning not for sunshine but the yawning torment
Of butchered innocence, sprawled on power‘s dais?
The tarnished ground is drenched with forlorn tears
Of parents orphaned by babies who just outgrew cribs
Become ghosts probing the scruples of the world
Watching the gripping horror in imposed stillness
The grime of perversion thickens on its inutile hands
Silence cannot be golden when it is limpid sanction
Of evil randomly pushing buttons of death machines
Another great flood will not sluice the world’s guilt
Countenance in silence is as vile as pulling triggers
Of armaments trained to kindergarten playgrounds
Do not ask who answers for the bloodbath. Ask how
Silence can be drowned by the protest of conscience
By Cheryl Daytec
The coppices and orchards became graveyards
Fashioned like desolation, their color is violence
Flowers for all seasons have been stunted, wilted
What sprouts from battlefields but odious hate
Whose thirst is quenched not by water but blood
Yearning not for sunshine but the yawning torment
Of butchered innocence, sprawled on power‘s dais?
The tarnished ground is drenched with forlorn tears
Of parents orphaned by babies who just outgrew cribs
Become ghosts probing the scruples of the world
Watching the gripping horror in imposed stillness
The grime of perversion thickens on its inutile hands
Silence cannot be golden when it is limpid sanction
Of evil randomly pushing buttons of death machines
Another great flood will not sluice the world’s guilt
Countenance in silence is as vile as pulling triggers
Of armaments trained to kindergarten playgrounds
Do not ask who answers for the bloodbath. Ask how
Silence can be drowned by the protest of conscience
By Cheryl Daytec