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Do we really give a damn,
which god has precedence,
sitting, smug and quite
secure, squarely on that
fence?
It’s insanity of the
religious kind, nothing we
can do,
and anyway, what difference,
Arab killed by Jew?
Did the terror, in his dark,
young eyes not touch our icy
hearts,
as we witnessed his last
moments, in those foreign
parts?
Pictures of death so common
that they fail to make us
weep.
In our ‘civilised’ society,
life shouldn’t come so cheap
The pictures made front
pages. Moments frozen
forever in time,
of a bright youth, sacrificed
to mindless religious crime
His dad, like others throwing
stones. He thought he’d throw
some too
At thirteen, how should he
know it was a fatal thing to
do?
He posed no real threat to
anyone, just wanted to
survive
‘Protected’, in his father’s
arms and keen to stay alive
They squatted down behind a
bin, just to escape it all
Unaware that, behind them was
an ‘execution’ wall
Then a hail of hatred,
bullets, and his body slumped
to earth,
bright blood bearing witness,
to what they thought him
worth
Before and after pictures can
sometimes make you laugh
Not these though I weep
bitter tears for that boy in
the photograph
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