The doctor

A poem.

“This will not stop us,” said the doctor,
when they bombed his hospital, set it ablaze, and put it out of function
when they killed his patients, colleagues, and even his son
Steadfast, he buried them and carried on

A son of refugees from 48, born in the camps,
he had seen this gruesome reality since very early on
He witnessed the scorching of his land in 08, 12, 14, 18, and 21
It’s now turned into an extermination camp, nearly done

Not a fighter with an RPG, he had a battle all his own
To tend to the injured, the burned, and the yet unborn,
he marshalled his puny resources, made numerous calls, and soldiered on
The world too deaf, blind, and dumb to end the siege long begun

Amidst the raining bombs and fire-breathing quadcopter drones
His persistence shone brighter than the sun
Everyday of his struggle revealed the occupation’s long con
Decimation of the Strip’s medical infrastructure was now in its final run

He was last seen approaching two battle tanks
Their barrels pointing at him yet he never skipped a beat, not one
If he didn’t end up like Hind, the only other outcome was abduction
Taken in. Gone. His whereabouts since then unknown

He has been seen in the dungeons of Sde Teiman
Where they beat the innocents, rape them with sticks, and turn the dogs on
They stripped him, whipped him, humiliated him even before Sde Teiman
And yet more indignities were visited upon him in the notorious dungeon

Where they feast upon the flesh of the innocents like its Sukkot all year round
Nothing holier than the meat of the shackled, the scorned, with no one to bemoan
They do as they please because they know there will be no repercussion
What will be the doctor’s lot? No one knows other than the occupation

But no one can take away that steadfast stride into the beastly known
“Eternal are those who walk with grace to their execution
This life is fleeting, it will soon be gone”
The believer lives like a man who is dead already — he fears no human

“Your majesty and beauty are proofs of God’s favours upon your soul
You are majestic and beautiful, He too is majestic and beautiful”

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