His heart— the size of this earth.
His dreams— wider than the universe,
His smile, brighter than all the stars lovers chase.
He lived in Gaza.
His tools: a microphone, black, chipped, eight inches from his mouth to the world.
A camera, twenty centimetres of light-catching truth.
And his voice— wider than sky, clearer than hope, and louder than the bomb that silenced him.
The bomb?
Thirty centimetres of Western design.
Descended from sky full of prayers, and F16s
delivering deadly signs
He was not carrying a rifle,
just a voice, a map,
and lots of courage.
They feared his voice.
A state with tanks, fighter jets, satellites
And all US might, feared his voice.
The silence they wanted was loud, and louder , and louder .
they think the world now is quieter—
but not at peace.
Ahmad Baker
April 2025
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