Poem
IOF SOLDIERS LAMENT
“Few meters from Gaza; ahh finally the smell of fresh gun powder.”
Riffle on my shoulder and a dagger in my hand
Dust of evaporated bodies getting inside my lungs
Hang me oh hang me
I did not deserve my breath
Hang me oh hang me
In my grave I may never rest
To smell the children’s bodies
Seemed a reasonable sense
I thought my soul will clean itself
With a prayer... but guilt’s too intense
Hang me oh hang me
I did not deserve my breath
Hang me oh hang me
In my grave I may never rest