I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.
M.Burch, “Epitaph for a Palestinian Child”
They opened the door with a ram.
They took us from the house
and fired shots at my family.
They killed my mother and four sisters,
my father and my brother’s son .
Then all my brothers were found and shot.
I stood still. I could not move.
My whole family was dead.
They lay there under rubble for sixteen days
Who will teach me now?
Where can I go?
Author’s name withheld, age 13
From Child Poets of Gaza, M. Burch, Editor,
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