The Gaza Massacre by Mairead Tuohy Duffy
25th July 2002
Lying in a morgue in Gaza
On slabs too big for their baby bodies
Lay Palestinian Boys and Girls,
Showing tiny heads of dark curls,
Eyes closed as if in sleep
In a nearby fridge lay the small body
Of Mohammed-al-Hwiti,
Four and half Summers he enjoyed
The frolics of a lively healthy child,
Today, united in death with
His three year old brother, Subhi,
Close by seven more innocents
Lay on slabs, the dastardly deed of
An Israeli missile, which ploughed
Into residential homes at midnight.
Their target, Salah Shehada
Fragments of whose body,
Lay in shreds around the death
Smelling morgue
Prime Minister Ariel Sharon smiled in victory,
Glad they hit their target, yet ignoring
The pile up of children still clothed
In their Baptismal innocence
In the land, the one time home of Jesus,
The saviour of Mankind;
Did He smile at such an appalling deed?
Did He say “Well done Ariel Sharon”,
Or did He shed tears at the awful atrocity
Which tore at the hearts of people
Through out this world of clay?
Surely Heaven contains more Justice.
One day to punish those, who deemed the
Slaughter of beautiful innocents
As an act of victory in the Gaza Strip.
No, no! Not victory, but
Murder, murder, murder…