by Isabel Gann | Apr 25, 2009 | Poetry
When you lose a mate you know, And see them blown to pieces In one go, The fragility of life Will show, That “time is illusion” And “life but a sigh”, And in a twinkling, You could die.
by Isabel Gann | Apr 16, 2009 | Poetry
Waiting for aid to come, The boy lies there, Hoping for freedom from This hell- hole. His blood drenched form Lies next to the stinking copse Of his mother. Days pass. His eyes survey the Peerless blue of Gaza’s sky, And then the ebbing life Of the child across the...
