by Mike Jenkins
They dried up the terrain
Like parched riverbeds with only names left
They bombed the shops and warehouses -
Every child's stomach a crater
They cut off the electricity
So darkness was a way of life
They stopped the journalists from entering;
Who queued before danger like relief trucks
They blew up the roads , those 'potholes'
The pocks of many missiles
They ordered a million to move on ,
Who were followed by spying drones
They blockaded air , sea and land,
Huge noose of every element
While the people ran out of bodybags -
Soldiers on the border, inhuman predators.
Image above: by Alisdare Hickson. A Black man carrying a placard "Gaza - Stop the Massacre" at a protest near Downing Street in London. In the background, a placard "#Endthesiege". This was the day after the U.S. moved its embassy in Israel to Jerusalem, and 61 unarmed Palestinians, including several children, a baby, and journalist Yasser Murtada, were killed by the Israeli army during a demonstration near Gaza's border fence.
Mike Jenkins is an award-winning Welsh poet and author and unofficial poet for Cardiff City FC. His new book of political poetry, Nobody's Subject, is published in Summer 2016.