A poem for Omar and the thousands of children killed by Israel

A poem for Omar and the thousands of children killed by Israel

for Omar Qasem Abu Sharqiya

Buzzing mosquitoes circled his left ear the summer of his birth.

His mother fanned him with her wedding scarf.

Tatreez threads telling stories of fishermen who pulled morning from their nets.

She swatted at the warm air,

a guard against the ones desperate for the blood of the boy who simply loved apricots.

And after nine years of waiting for a son,

the buzzing found its blood.

please don’t put him in the refrigerator his mother says.

he doesn’t like the cold.

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This poem is a tribute to Omar and the thousands of children bombed by Israel. Those children crushed under rubble. Those children sniped. Those children who are slowly starving as Israel continues their blockade. We see you. We hear you. We do not abandon you. You will be free. You will feel peace.