Childhood

January 1, 2009

by Sam Friedman

When I was
ten and reading Tolstoy,

and Dostoevsky,
and Gamow’s books for the populace

on number
theory and the birth of stars,

I worried
about Russia

and visualized
the future days

when the
Bomb would fall—

and it bred
in me a love for life

and a life
of rebellion,

of stoking
the fires of discontent

to bring
this system DOWN.

But what
if I were a kid in Gaza
today?

Reading nothing since my surviving
parent

had no money
for books,

and the
library had burned from Israeli bombs?

Eating little
since the border was blockaded

and a charity’s
truck had died,

hosed by
the Uzis of an IDF squad?

Playing
no more tag with my sister

since it
was hard for her to chase me

on her single
leg,

or to see
the game board

through
her haze-filled blasted eyes?

What would
my love for life become?

and what
would I want to bring down?

What should
I want to bring down?

and what
should WE burn

inside to
bring down?

and what
to build

thereafter?

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