Donkeys of Gaza have no
               time for gazing or no place
for grazing and all of your
                  life you’ve been amazing
while sun and the gun all
                   around you were blazing.
When was the last time
                    you walked on the grass
your days were all timed
                       by the sandy hourglass.
Donkeys of Gaza, without
                     a headstone, I’ll pay you
homage. No, you’re not alone.