Elizabeth is there in the bombing hours
Gaza is no longer autumn or the homeland of language
Not even a prison with an ocean view
It is the soul of the world that is broken and bleeding
Where will the children and their mothers escape?
Who will give them water?
A song for your lips
A book with images of light.
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war has arisen
innocents vanish in the fire
The collapse and the phosphorus kill them
silence of the arts
faces bitten by hate
souls sunk in terror
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Justice cannot be built on crime
Nor rise the temple of the ancestors
Nor plant the garden of peace on that shadow
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Elizabeth is there during bombing hours
She has left the mist and the beers of Scotland
She delivers her cry from that grave
That heartbeat of God
That castrated story
That town between hunger and flames
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The prime minister's mother-in-law is crying
Nearby, the UN and Doctors Without Borders
Schools filled with refugees
Good spirits hugging
praying
Defending the word humanity
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