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Heads sprawled everywhere...
Small heads, big heads,
Women’s heads, children’s heads,
Forming a pyramid of sorrow.
Eyes barely shut,
Tears of blood streaking down
Ruddy cheeks of infants
Who will never see tomorrow.

 “Off with their heads!” they chant.
“They took a thousand of ours,
We must take ten thousand of theirs,” they vow.
“Starve them till heads drop
like rotten fruits from a mustard tree!

What audacity, to lay siege and kidnap!” they mutter in unison.
“In reprisal, we’ll blockade in self-defense,
Prevent any aid till they perish.
Bomb the borders till heads float
In bloody rivers of desolation!

“They flaunt, with impunity, the laws of war,
As heads begin to drop at the catastrophic threshold of starvation.
Heads of states, in confusion, play politics,
Jostling to bring peace to the banks of war,
Vetoing and counter-vetoing the reckless violations of human rights.

Heads keep rolling into the Jordan...
Big ones, small ones,
Civilian heads, in shallow graves,
Their stench a perfume of horror,
As the world watches on,
Weighing the value of one head over another.