Gaza. Poem by Jak Black

She was such a pretty child,
And so much loved her dad.
Her mum had died two years ago,
Each was all the other had.

Playing there in the noon day sun,
In the dust, debris and grime,
Waiting patiently for her dad
For it was his home time.

She saw a figure wend its way
Down the busy street.
It was her dad, each waved a hand
The other for to greet.

She ran so fast to meet him
And he quickened his pace.
It brought a teardrop to his eye
To see the joy upon her face.

They were only feet apart
When the missile came to ground,
The explosion caused lumps of concrete,
Glass and steel to fly around.

The little girl stopped in her tracks
Her colour drained away,
Dad reached down to pick her up,
His face now ashen grey.

In his arms he held his darling child.
How could he say goodbye?
Her one last smile was for her dad
As in his arms he watched her die.

She died there in the noon day sun.
Midst the grime, debris and dust.
An innocent child in a Gaza town.
This has to be unjust!