You had Down syndrome, and yet…
You had Down syndrome, andYet they unleashed on you a fierceCombat dog, trained to kill as much asThey were all educated to hate.
Your name was Muhammad. AndLike the Prophet, peace be uponHim, you were also loved, cherishedAnd above anything else, «most praised».
Your mother used to care for you,And so did every member of theCamp in Gaza, though plunderedBy a mob bereft of any sign of faith.
You called your killer «my dear»,Begging it while it was crunchingYour arm,