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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