Israel Harvests Death In The Fields Of Lebanon
Israel Harvests Death In The Fields Of Lebanon
By Genevieve Cora Fraser
A spider’s
web
Of electrical lines
Hovers over
deserted
Streets awash in drifting
Dirt and rubble
dust
A child’s blackened
Body sleeps in
eternal
Peace Israel Uses Death
To pacify
children
Cleansing cities
And villages of
life
Apartments sheared
Expose rooms tilting
Down
spilled contents
Chairs, tables, books
Beds tumble in
a slide
Downward crash
Against the
pavement
Cushioned by roof tops
At the bottom of the
pile
Ghostly clouds billow
Brown against a patch
Of
blue the weather
Of war is predictably
Bleak a growing
season
For martyrs sprouting
From the rubble
hands
Feet, a leg, an arm
A new crop of
death
Watered in blood
Emerges as a blanket
Of
bombardment
Spreads across Southern
Lebanon
covered
By the tissue of lies
America
fabricates
To protect her most
Precious Partner
In war crimes
Israel
From taking
The
heat
ENDS