Psalm Over Gaza — Ashes Where Children Played by Jeff Callaway
Psalm Over Gaza — Ashes Where Children Played By Jeff Callaway Texas Outlaw Poet "The voice of thy brother's blood crieth to me from the earth." — Genesis 4:10, Douay-Rheims Lord God of Armies, Lord God of the Poor, Lord God who parted the sea and fed the hungry with bread no man baked, are You watching this? Because we are watching it. The whole screaming world is watching it and calling it foreign policy. WHAT THE RUBBLE HOLDS Three hundred fifty pages. The first three hundred fifty pages of the death registry of Gaza are nothing but children. Names without futures. Faces that will never know the particular mercy of old age. Children under sixteen filling up the front of the book like some monstrous alphabetical prayer no saint ever taught us to pray. More than twenty thousand children. One child killed every hour for two years running. Lord, do You hear it? The arithmetic of it? A whole classroom of children dead every single day for seven hundred days? UNICEF said it...
