DONALD TRUMP’S BIRTHDAY PARADE AS IF CELEBRATED IN GAZA

by Roberta Batorsky

U.S. Army photo by Bernardo Fuller • Public domain

In orderly formation 

the parade’s vanguard 

advances:

a scrawny teen carries 

a flag depicting an empty bowl,

leads a battalion of stiffly marching, 

starved children.

The main detachment 

follows. These children, 

missing various limbs, 

some aided by crutches or 

in wheelchairs sport head bandages,

slings, plaster casts or eye patches,

proceed down the fairway 

in wobbly, uneven rows.

The rear guard, made up of

several pint-sized caskets,

is solemnly wheeled 

past the reviewing station,

its tail end brought up 

by a lone small girl

soulfully bugling “Taps.”

These casualties-

heart-rending results

of senseless war;

We must break ranks 

with our generals,

blend into their procession,

embrace fully their humanity;

no other way.

Day is done

Gone the sun

Thanks and praise

For our days

As we go

This we know

God is nigh

Roberta Batorsky is a Biology teacher, poet and freelance science writer. She has published poems in Fine-lines and Heron Clan and is working on her first poetry book. Her science blog is https://solipsistssoiree.blogspot.com and her instagram is RobertaBatorsky_poetry.

WHERE NO ONE COUNTS

by Lynn White

Source: The Guardian

When will we count the dead in Gaza?
Those buried in named graves we know, 
all the tens of thousands of them,
those buried in the rubble,
the disappeared 
with no one left to name them,
are still unknown
uncounted.

Then the other Disappeared,
prisoners of war
if it were a war,
but with only the rights
of terrorists
who have no rights at all
in this unequal conflict
that some call ‘war’.

And how can we count the injured in Gaza
when there are no hospitals left
and its people don’t count
so no one can count those numbers.
and perhaps no one will
in a country where people don’t count.

Now the starved and starving 
have joined them,
the bags of baby bones
the unaccounted numbers
of intentional famine
in Gaza where still
no one counts.

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality and writes hoping to find an audience for her musings. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Peach Velvet, Light Journal, and So It Goes.