Jesus in Gaza By Rassool Jibraeel Snyman

I met Jesus in Gaza last night
Nailed to a concrete wall
Impaled by shrapnel
Through hands and feet
Wearing a crown of barbed wire
And a countenance of sorrow
At his feet
A bloodied child
Frozen
Still
Cold
Tattered were her clothes
Ugly were her wounds
I wept for her
He wept for us
Soldiers with blues stars
And white apparel
Stared stonily
Coldly
With no emotion on their faces
And death in their souls
Moonlight reflected on their guns
And their dead eyes
I met Jesus in Gaza last night
I’ve aged a thousand years
And died a thousand times

I met Jesus in Gaza last night
Life will never be the same