By Genevieve Cora Fraser
The Tunnel of Death
Linking Gaza to the edge
Of the world as they know it
Will sow seeds of discontent
As food supplies
Medicine and water
Dry up and disappear
In the end game so artfully
Played since the Settlers
Were forcibly extracted
From their green yards
And swimming pool luxury
In Gaza before the game
Of sealing off all borders
Commenced the sound
Of laughter sometimes
Spilled out of the market
Place brimming with oranges
Tea time was spent
Relaxing before the end
Was near and Hamas
Took to the streets
To supply basic goods
And control
Before Sharon's stroke
Of bad luck that laid
Him low but not yet
Dead Israel cast
Lead into farming
Communities and cities
Drones shot resisters
Carnage was commonplace
Bulldozers pulverized
Bones and homes
Before the time
Came for the Final Solution
To Israel's problem
(Accepting Arabs as equals)
Gaza's blockade
Snuffed out
All possibilities
Ensnared in a hopeless
Longing for the basics
Israelis hope for a mass
Suicide so that no blood
Will be on their hands
As they seal all borders
Above and below
Secure the sea
Land and air
Offer no escape
Thus entombed
Israel
Will breathe
A sigh of relief
Once dead silence
Commences
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