It Could Have Been You
On the genocide.
Published in
Jun 15, 2024
It could have been me
It could have been you
I sit here, cappuccino in hand, cuddled on my sofa
While they are steadily, determinedly, doggedly, being eliminated. Exterminated.
They have written about their deaths
The poets and the writers
Little echoes
Ripples in the rocky seas
Of unheard voices
Untold stories
Ignored loss
It could have been me
In the bombed hospitals
Birthing the last of the Palestinians in the black hole of genocide
It could have been you
The child who sees his family disintegrate in front of his eyes
Cuts a lonely little figure
Amidst sirens and planes and tanks and screams
It could have been me
It could have been you
