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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