Oh, what a joy for me on World Book Day

to sit beside our five-year-old in school:

our little lass read Frozen to her Granddad,

as long and short words, sure and steady, flowed:

I read a little while to let her rest:

then, ended thirty minutes of delight,

when teacher summoned in another class. 

A forty-minute drive, then forty back;

all worth it! Granddad’s proud he’s done his whack.

No books to read, though for dear Hind Rajab:

war-criminals shot her dead at five years old,

her sin, being Palestinian; her blood flowed.

Whilst Palestinian new-borns freeze to death,

rats in the rubble of schools feast well on flesh:

but that’s just fine, their kind are less than human,

Assisted Dying is the thing for them,

so now, they’ll block humanitarian aid,

Ramadan mubarak! Sir Kid Starver.