No need to count the dead in Gaza,

their dead are just a number,

a vague number,

if that.

In Ukraine, we know the numbers,

precise, not vague,

in Israel, we know the numbers,

precise, not vague.

Soon we’ll know the names.

But no need to count the dead in Gaza.

No need to count the injured in Gaza.

No one knows the number,

no one counts those numbers

in Gaza.

Soon the starved will join them,

the unaccounted numbers

in Gaza.

About the Poem

About the double standards in reporting conflicts between the weaker and the strong/well-armed participants.

About the Author

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her poetry is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places, and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Find Lynn at:

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