Gaza

You come at me
With hate

You come at me
With acid argument

You come at me
So as to erase me

But I’m still here

Breathing the smoke
Staring into the fire
Listening to the explosion

Day follows day

And I still eat when I can
I still sleep even when there’s no bed

I have dignity

I have guts

I have the right to live
Even when there’s no God
To support me

You want to twist me
Out of my land

You want to brand me
As a traitor to Man

But no

I know who I am

I am the weak
I am the hungry
I am the maligned

But I am not silent

The world hears me

The sun sees me

And the moon still passes
Through my nights

I crawl
I beg
I weep
I tear at my heart
I despair

I am Gaza

Do not count me among the dead

Not yet
Not yet

Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program

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