Gaza Town – Poem #24

The children played a jumping game
out in the street on market day
the children played a jumping game
until they came to Gaza town.

Their father always looked his best
on market day in Gaza town
selling fruit and nuts and all the rest
until they came on market day.

The children three no longer play
the jumping game out in the street
the children were just blown away
in Gaza town on market day.

Father no longer sells his fruit
on market day in Gaza town
eye for eye, tooth for tooth
the price they’ll pay, come market day.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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3 Responses to Gaza Town – Poem #24

  1. beetleypete says:

    Another one I remember all too well. Haunting words, and an image to match.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Duncan McEwan says:

    I have read this and read it some more since it arrived yesterday. I think it is the absolute best poem you have written. In four stanzas of four lines each you have condensed seventy years of Middle East history. This poem is on a par with poems written by Archibald MacLeish and I hope you are safeguarding this and all your other works for your children and their children ad infinitum.

    Thank you for sharing,
    Duncan

    Liked by 1 person

    • toritto says:

      Thanks Duncan. I wrote this at the height of the last Israeli attacks in Gaza. The killing of babies never seems to end as does the resulting hatred and grievances. Best regards from Florida.

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