Tag Archives: Poetry of the Middle East Confclict

A Pantoum Prayer for Nadeen by Carl Stilwell Eight people including 5-year-old boy killed by Hamas rockets fired into Israel. Israel airstrikes kill close to 139 Palestinians, including 39 children. “When I woke up I saw houses gone — nothing … Continue reading →

Peace Resolution by Carol Alena Aronoff Ask me what matters How well have I loved Ask me why stars cry Why rivers run away Ask for the lonely the wounded, oppressed Eat pomegranate seeds and pray for the fruit Pray … Continue reading →

Earscape what a blind woman in Gaza hears by Kathi Wolfe The blood red siren song of shrapnel hissing in her bones The victory cry of hunger circling her baby’s belly Her useless eyes, wails from her acrid- tasting mouth … Continue reading →

Rage (in remembrance of the October 7 Massacre) by Judith R. Robinson It disturbs, this slanting light yellow & rapturous and once a part of promise. Mocking now, and strange these sighing palms that stirred with expectation. How like betrayal … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem is being presented as a pdf which can be accessed here. eve is a librarian, storyteller, poet, mother of four adult offspring, keeper of a cat with golden eyes, and spouse of a husband who keeps … Continue reading →

Nowhere to Hide by Liz Fortini the crowd looks on as he calls out for his mama “Say….His….Name!” his lifeless body can’t call out anymore, and emptiness fuels the long day police think Americans will agree, the kneel of SHAME … Continue reading →

Be brave by Samar Najia Let us be brave- Let us not heed the passiveness of onlookers And hide in the shadows of their silence But let us grow louder and bolder with the justice of our cause Let us … Continue reading →

A Brief for the Defense after Jack GIlbert by Bonnie Naradzay Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter – We are rushing to supply more billions, bombs, with phosphorus thrown in, drones and planes, too, that dropped 6,000 bombs in the first 6 days … Continue reading →

Loss by Michael Ferrel Soldiers and Generals have no imagination. They do not see that bombs become cradles for children, And their flying missiles— coffins and unmarked graves. Can’t they see that their advance is a funeral march? Their guns … Continue reading →