Lay down your guns
your weapons snarl
they maim and rip
like devils teeth,
they tear and kill
my heart it bleeds,
how cold my limbs
I implore your eyes
lay down your guns,
how dim this sky.
Land, air, sea bombarded
with too much ease,
crushed and broken
a Mother pleads,
as buried beneath
with face of tears,
place down your guns
I plead this military might,
It’s not too late
to stop this fight.
Place down your guns
refuse this fight.
how dim this sky
the ends in sight
How dim this sky.
Gaza October 2023.
Susie Hemingway 2023