Shattered Windows

Anthony McIntyre  ☠ It is just approaching 0830 in the morning. The rain is audible on the roof above my head. I look out the window to see how heavy it is, wondering if I will need to bring an umbrella to the West Street weekly vigil for Gaza in just under four hours time. Now I am struck by the thought that the sound dreaded in Gaza is not rain drops on roofs but bombs