Swaying Pipe

I am shot, twice

Through the chest

And through my chin

Papa is running fast

The fastest I've seen him

In my two short years.

 

I'm choking on my blood

The world's blurred, the din faint

I feel warmth and cold at once

Seeping out and creeping over

I'm no longer in papa's hands:

I'll have to be on my own now.

 

I reach out my hand

To grab the only thing I see

A swaying pipe on the doctor's chest

To feel, to steady my cough

It's the last thing I'll ever do

As cold eternity wraps around me.

 

Is my debt to the world paid now?

Is the world much lighter?

Answers I will never know

I'm leaving warm-sad Gaza behind, 

But I'll miss papa's gentle voice,

 

"But, I brought him to you alive, doctor".

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