The Spineless Crowd

By: Ershad Khan May 28, 2025

Starving and silent, his bones cry out - a child of Gaza, turned away like so many of us. A haunting reflection of the "Spineless Crowd." Photographed by a nurse who bore witness during her visit to Gaza.

A haunting poem inspired by a photo of a starving child in Gaza - a powerful reflection on silence, detachment, and collective responsibility. "The Spineless Crowd" challenges us to feel, to speak, and to no longer turn away.

I didn't know his name, Nor did I see his face. All I saw was a picture of him- Lying down, turned the other way. Just like so many of us, Who've turned away, Choosing comfort Over remembering his dark, miserable hours.

A heavily malnourished child of Gaza, Whose life hasn't yet Reached double digits. I saw him curled up, Each vertebra of his bent spine Jutting out- Reminding me Of the lack in mine.

I'm too uncomfortable To look at him, Too frozen to speak for him, Too numb to feel for him, Too hesitant to march for him.

His days are numbered, His silence, loud. And I remain detached- Quietly blending in With the Spineless Crowd.