Ghosts Of Gaza Poem by Alexander Foald

Words waiting in vain
Are they going to be said?
History comes by little known
Becomes large as mouth can’t shut

Amaze me by your singing
Shut the world from whispering
A thousand pilgrims on the beach
Watching skies turn into dark without speech

Dying with unknown names
In the arms of soldier, untruthfully
Can we trust them to sing along?
Can we open this door and let them come?

Words waiting in vain
Now they will never be said
History made by unpublished truth
Remains nothing but a little assumption