it’s as if I’ve never felt the world’s cruelties before.
Between the product ads;
the bleeding paws of caged brown bears,the bony backs of beaten donkeys, the small child hunkered in a corner, eyes dark with fear.
Hungry babies, young children scarred by bombs, desperate young men in Gaza full of a melancholy rage that they weren’t able to protect their families, the cities razed.
I feel blown over by fresh sorrow, by what we do to each other on this turning world.
It feels as if the hardest thing to forgive is cruelty.
And a searing memory returns; how long ago you looked up at me,
the radio was on; and said
‘Mummy, a child was killed!’
The sense of disbelief in your voice moved me to tears.
As it does
© IDF Andrew