Gaza: From dawn to dusk

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Caught between a rock
and Gaza.
Gaza is a hard place.
Boxed into the trenches of abyss.
Jawed between the teeth of darkness.
Slowly filtered off life.
Sea left to salt.
Remembered when the night gnaws the dusk.
Forgotten when the dawn makes the almonds husk.
Dusted, trumped, rusted, crushed.
Like a piece of rusk.

The dim din.
The ticking bomb.
The sand clock
The Pandora box.
Gaza is a rock.
coarse, hoarse.
Gaza is a hard place.
Rose and fought.
Filters in light.
Remembered with pride.
Forgot to recline.

From dawn to dusk…
when crushed like a rusk
When the almonds husk
Gaza never succumbs.

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