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Open window one
it is stars of David to Palestine
ancient olive trees roar from missile reds
there green and black baubles roll into dust
have you seen the grottos of Palestine in rapture?
Open window two
it is raining in Goliathtown.
Tonight, Hamas is a fruit-seller
the dead crawl from fires like trophy leopards
a girl rinses her pants from a bad dream and dreams.
Open window three,
Grenfell Tower and war child.
It is three hours before the blaze
you are blowing the stars out from floor eight
they are wobbling like your Mother ten hours later.
Open Window four,
No, stop, burn this calendar.
Burn it because they are not numbers.
Burn it whilst your children sleep safely,
remember Santa Claus is fake news, open your eyes.
Peace Poet Antony Owen 