I am not a Gazan

I am not a Gazan,

Safe thousands of miles away.

I am not a Gazan,

Safe from the drones in the sky.

I am not a Gazan,

Safe from the soldier's laser-guided eye.

I am not a Gazan,

Whose neighbourhood has been renamed.

I am not a Gazan,

Whose home has been 'reclaimed'.

I am not a Gazan,

With no restraint on my travelling freely.

I am not a Gazan,

I can stand without fear in my doorway.

I am not a Gazan,

The end of my street need not be the end of my life.

I am not a Gazan,

I have not lost a husband or a wife.

I am not a Gazan,

Cuddling for dear life a dead child.

I am not a Gazan,

Whose torturer smirked and smiled.

I am not a Gazan,

Orphan, bereaved parent, widow, widower, last of my line.

I am not a Gazan,

But you, I, if we aren't, what are we?