A poem by Marian Eastwood that laments the appalling situation in Gaza this Easter time.
Read by Marian
Music by Malcolm Atkins and Lizzy Spight

The Shot
On the swaying branch, a nightingale
is busy singing tunefully
a shot
a corpse
the branch is still…trembles
for a moment
then stops.
In the forest
all the nightingales
are silent.
Adnan Al-Sayegh, 2025