She was the first of the age of innocence,
The hundredth overall,
Daily her father grieving
Came to talk to her on the wall
His little darling, dead with a rubber bullet
Symtom of those troubled times
Imperial British oppression,
Yet more British war crimes.
Innocence died a death that day,
A death that made no sense…
Today in Gaza far away
Is another slaughter of innocence
It has died a thousand deaths
In the forty odd years since.