If this, ain’t, a coup d’état
Of a, million dreams, of Palestine
Then why forgot, the world, Gaza
Is it, just a ‘Strip’, on a spent bloodline!
The legend of, The Promised Land
And the truth, of a, rogued ethos
Are bonded, by an, umbilical strand
Which bleeds, with two, sons’ pathos!
What became of, Arab brotherhood
Who’d vowed, by faith, to succor you
Now looks, through you, as a stranger would
Eschew, a bygone, bugaboo!
A bereaved mother’s, screaming sigh –
“Who martyred, all the sons, I bore!”
Now sings, to her new breed, a lullaby –
“Lingers On… A Long-Lost War”!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra