What will be left of Gaza then but dust
And silent echoes in an empty space?
The war against Hamas, he said, was just
His wily smile the answer on his face
What of the little children, the unborn
The doctors, and the journalists who tried
To save them, and record another dawn?
It is because Hamas, he said, they died
Would not the Jews who perished long ago
In Germany and Poland in the camps
Decry this genocide, the winds that blow
The light out from so many other lamps?
You lie, he said. And then the truth appeared
There was no Gaza when the dust had cleared
© Gail Foster 22nd August 2025
Genocide
Whack-a-Mole
We’re shooting Gazans, that’s our goal
It’s target practice, not a game
Take aim and fire and…Whack-a-Mole!
There, over by the water hole
Hey some we kill and some we maim
We’re shooting Gazans, that’s our goal
Like skinny fishes in a shoal
All move as one and look the same
Take aim and fire and…Whack-a-Mole!
A few grains in an empty bowl
Is that for what these mothers came?
We’re shooting Gazans, that’s our goal
She’s running, that won’t save her soul
In vain, and shouting Allah’s name
Take aim and fire and…Whack-a-Mole!
We’re IDF, that’s how we roll
For Israel, and Bibi’s fame
We’re shooting Gazans, that’s our goal
Take aim and fire and…Whack-a-Mole!
© Gail Foster 27th June 2025
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