A Pack of Cards
I staggererd through the debris to reach my home,
there I saw floor upon floor condensed.
One floor on top of the others,
like a pack of cards.
It was unrecogniseable, unimaginable,
transformed into a tangled mesh of concrete and iron.
My home was all I had, I had nowhere else to go,
a blinding flash, the target of a random missile.
It had obliterated, my past and all my possessions.
My family had been with neighbours,
they were safe but distraught.
An image formed in my mind,
a horrifying scene of mangled corpses,
crushed beneath a pack of concrete cards.
- Author: Keith Jeffries ( Offline)
- Published: February 19th, 2024 12:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Gaza everyday
- Category: Unclassified
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