Chaos reigns in darkness
And fear does its bidding
It weakens foundations, eroding trust
Henchmen under cover of night
Silently beheading.
Its aim is not to salve nor save
But to make in its own image.
It seeks a Godlike power to wield
To draw from the rubble of its own making
The obedience of fear.
For grateful are they whom, after the famine
Accept a morsel from the hand of the tyrant
Forgetting – perhaps wilfully – the cause of their hunger.
Bereft of nuance and without reflection
He creates a painful metaphor,
To raze what’s left on Gaza shores
To remove all those who were before
And to build in place an edifice
To soulless, blind ambition.
Paul Russell: Musings 