The unofficial uncounted
The pile of rubble was her home
The dogs are lurking all around
For them there was no Iron Dome
Drones and bombs the only sound
The dogs are lurking all around
She guards her family with her tears
Drones and bombs the only sound
She speaks her love and no-one hears
She guards her family with her tears
First generation now the last
She speaks her love and no-one hears
The future has become the past
She was the first and now the last
A living gravestone waiting to die
The future has become the past
Dust shifts and corpses softly sigh
A living gravestone waiting to die
For them there was no Iron Dome
Dust shifts and corpses softly sigh
The pile of rubble was her home
Six hours before the pause a family dies in a bombing. One child blown 20 meters by the blast. The others buried and unrecoverable. The 71 year old grandmother sits atop the rubble, keeping vigil and protecting her descendants from hungry dogs.
Reported on CNN.
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