An Angel in Gaza

I know, I know, I know.

It is cruel to wait on the alive.

When it is my duty to keep you alive. 

 

We get assigned to each of you,

From the day you are bought down here,

With loves and longings,

To the day you depart ahead.

We are assigned to safe-keep you,

Till the judgement day,

And I enjoyed the duty at first,

But now I face the creeping helplessness,

Hitting us like bullets in point blank.

 

I heard the safe and secured saying,

"Everything has a first time".

I also shared many firsts with you,

I watched when you first cried,

I watched when you first walked,

I watched when you first prayed,

I watched when you first starved.

 

Alas, I didn't know we'll only get firsts.

I want to be there for your seconds,

thirds, fifths, a hundreds, 

A lifetime, not shortened by selfish men.

But what a guardian angel can do,

When the leaders play pool with your time,

Over archaic wines on mahogany tables,

For the bombs to rain,

For the shells to trigger,

For even the littlest of yous to perish.

 

I cherish what little time we have,

My new one,

Who will never taste a simple omelette, 

Cooked over the comfortable warmth of a home;

Who will never see a clear blue sky,

Devoid of flying machines;

Who will never touch a dust-free clothe;

Or breathe clean air.

 

This was supposed to bring us joy,

Oh little one,

I wait on you, to finally let go,

And to take your soul to heaven.

We'll come back on a brighter day,

And we'll have smile on our faces, not scars,

We'll live for the hundreds or more,

My little one, 

Forgive me.