Storm Over Gaza

Tony Grannell

Worn raging out of horror’s make,
’twill leave but sorrows in its wake.
A maelstrom cursed with loathsome might,
a vengeance bent on crushing light.

From calm into the dark frontier
where breaks the heavy wracks of fear.
It yearns for death to all who born,
a cloud of steel and hailing scorn.

The wroth weighed rains to serve and sate
the fuming tongues of thunderous hate.
As black as pitch, a storm obscene,
lay terror on each hope and dream.

Thereinto naught, oblivion;
benumbed, be-damned, be woe, be gone.
Beyond repair, but ashes left;
beleaguered, beaten, burnt, bereft.

From breast an infant seared to coke,
of bodies tempered up in smoke.
A world made mad, the wrath of men.
Of Gaza now, do onto them.

Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments5

  • sorenbarrett

    A powerful message Tony set in marvelous rhyme and meter. A heartbeat yet quelled in a burnt and desolate land where revenge and reprisal are deemed more important than forgiveness and peace. Religion, land, feuds, history all prevent cooperation. A land it seems doomed to total destruction. Nicely done Tony

  • arqios

    It is indeed a storm. 🙏🏻🕊️

  • 2781

    May the best man win.

  • Poetic Licence

    I have written many times about this devastating situation but not as eloquently and beautifully as this. Through history a troubled land with real hate flowing from both sides, but as usual its the innocent one side who pay the ultimate price to appease the war mongers on both sides, nicely expressed and written

    • jarcher54

      I appreciate your pieces on war and peace. You are a valued contributor to MPS!

      • Poetic Licence

        You are very welcome

      • jarcher54

        Gut-wrenching utterance that captures so many of our thoughts-- you are a fine translator from thought to word, from heart to pen. I cannot forget this image: "From breast an infant seared to coke"... more than a poetic image... a brutal close-up look... sigh



      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.