A Gaza Romance
Together they played among the ruins,
Burnt shells of buildings that once were homes;
hid and peered through broken walls,
frightened at the soldiers passing by;
screamed as jets roared overhead
and bombs came raining down.
Monarchs demand I bow and bend the knee,
to show respect they don’t deserve.
Their subject I refuse to be.
Non serviam, I will not serve.
Who are you
Speeding by with your siren-wailing escort.
Behind bulletproof glass you sip your wine and do not look
at those who gaze open-mouthed at your passing.