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|06/09/01 at 12:06:41|
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Dedicated to Mohammad Al Durra, the young Palestinian martyr who lost his life to the wanton mercilessness of Israeli soldiers.
Who was killed by more than just bullets and grenades__ by the indifference and insensitivity of Mankind.
If only we could capture the magnitude of the suffering of those unfortunate millions in Palestine...
If only we could realize that those screaming headlines from Gaza aren't just strips in black
and white telling tales from far away... if only!
"A 7-year old boy killed by Israeli soldiers", said the paper
As Sir Henry carefully unfolded the Washington Post
And straightened the specs on his nose
On that misty November morning.
And later that evening, Sir Henry did not forget to make a special mention of it
To his high-brow colleagues at the Governor's banquet.
Sir Henry did not forget to express his concern
In that charming speech he made__
And the twist of his brow,
The choice phrases and measured words
Left an impression on his friends__
They all quoted it the next day.
And Madame was kind enough not to forget making a special mention of
it To her friends, who all tossed their heads from side to side
Muttering 'how sad'
Over the clink of champagne glasses
And the babble of Honourable Ladies
Enjoying themselves very much at a party
In Washington City.
But nobody, nobody knows
That the stars that used to glisten in his eyes
Whenever he smiled,
Carried little hints of childhood dreams;
That his laughter tinkled with the mischief of puerile schoolboy jokes;
That the boys called him 'chubby' at school
And envied him for his expertise at making paper planes;
That he knew his numbers till twenty
But got stuck at twenty-one;
That Aaminah used to make apple-pies for him
Every Saturday morning,
Nobody, nobody knows...
That a mother lost her world that night
As the fireball hit her little one,
As he lay writhing in pools of blood;
That her silent screams echoed in the still night
And shook the mighty Heavens...
Nobody, nobody knows
That Aaminah would eat her pies
On Saturday mornings;
That the little sand-castle he made yesterday__
The little fragment of a child's dream of human life___
Would be washed away with the surging tides
Nobody, nobody knows.
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