A Poem for Gaza

I knew you as a small boy
Playing dreidel in the sand.
Your father was the Rabbi,
Your Mama my best friend.

We went to school together,
And both sang khanuka songs.
Our days were warm and happy,
Before a thousand wrongs.

I loved you as a brother
When our homes were heart by heart.
But they built a wall of hatered
To drive us far apart.

One day last week I found you
Lying legless in the sand,
A bullet through your shoulder,
An AK in your hand.

I knew you as a small boy
Playing dreidel in the sand.
Your father was the Rabbi,
Your Mama my best friend.


By Ben Nuttal-Smith.