Bodies flying through the air

As if they were made of straw

Black soot from airstrikes rising

Buzz of death drones overhead

Sounds of distant wailing pierces the wind

And bodies flying through the air

Torn flesh bleeding

As if it were made of paper

Crumbled homes form a tomb

Ambulances and medics under sand

Sounds of distant wailing pierces the wind

And torn flesh bleeding

Headless bodies of children

As if they were mere dolls made of plastic

Schools become shelters become graveyards

Dogs scavenge for sustenance from unretrieved bodies

Sounds of distant wailing pierces the wind

And headless bodies of children

Skeletons with skin

As if they were birdcages wrapped in cloth

Water filled with parasites

Bags of rice spilled with the blood

Sounds of distant wailing pierces the wind

And skeletons with skin

Ancient olive trees ripped from the earth

As if they were blades of grass

Fruit drenched in blood

Even the birds aren’t spared

Sounds of distant wailing pierces the wind

And ancient olive trees ripped from the earth

And bodies flying through the air

Bodies flying through the air

Kenn Orphan, April 2025