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Naomi Shihab Nye’s "For Mohammed Zeid of Gaza, Age 15" is a stark and unflinching meditation on the weight of language, the moral responsibility of truth, and the devastating loss of a young life. The poem protests the euphemistic language used to describe violence, challenging the notion of a "stray bullet" and exposing the ways in which words can be used to soften or distort reality. Through its precise diction and urgent tone, the poem insists on naming violence for what it is, refusing to allow the death of Mohammed Zeid to be diminished or obscured.

The poem opens with an assertion: "There is no stray bullet, sirs." The address to "sirs" immediately suggests an appeal to authority—perhaps to military officials, political leaders, or journalists—who might use such language to justify or excuse the killing. The rejection of the term "stray bullet" establishes the poem’s central argument: that violence must not be excused or disguised by language that implies randomness or accident.

The following lines present a series of striking comparisons that highlight the absurdity of calling a bullet "stray." The bullet is not "like a worried cat / crouching under a bush," nor is it "a half-hairless puppy bullet / dodging midnight streets." These images of small, vulnerable animals evoke pity and harmlessness—qualities that contrast sharply with the lethal nature of a bullet. By imagining the bullet as a frightened or abandoned creature, the poem underscores the illogic of treating it as something innocent or out of control. The comparisons continue: the bullet is not "a pecan / plunking the tin roof," "no fluff of pollen / on October’s breath," "no humble pebble at our feet." Each of these objects is light, natural, and non-threatening, reinforcing the argument that to call a bullet "stray" is to misrepresent its purpose and impact.

Following this list of negations, the speaker demands, "So don’t gentle it, please." The word "gentle" is especially powerful here, suggesting that the softening of language is an act of moral evasion. The plea is both direct and personal, insisting that the truth be told plainly, without euphemism or rhetorical deflection.

The next stanza shifts from bullets to thoughts, contrasting the precision of violence with the wayward nature of human emotions: "We live among stray thoughts, / tasks abandoned midstream." Here, "stray" is reclaimed for what it actually describes—our distracted minds, our unfinished work, the ordinary messiness of human life. "Our fickle hearts are fat / with stray devotions," the poem continues, emphasizing that "bits and pieces, / all the wandering ways of words" are where true randomness exists. In contrast, the bullet was not "stray" in this sense—it had a target, and it hit its mark. The stanza suggests that while our thoughts and attachments may be scattered, a bullet is not something that drifts aimlessly.

The next lines drive the point home with forceful clarity: "But this bullet had no innocence, did not / wish anyone well." There is no room for ambiguity here. The bullet, unlike a person, has no capacity for goodwill or regret. It was not the product of chance; it did what it was designed to do. "You can’t tell us otherwise / by naming it mildly," the speaker warns, confronting the tendency to soften the reality of violence through deceptive language.

The phrase "friendly fire" is evoked as an example of such softening. The oxymoron reveals the absurdity of military terminology that seeks to make killing sound accidental or impersonal. "Straying death-eye" transforms the bullet into a cold, mechanical force of destruction. The rhetorical question "why have we given the wrong weight to what we do?" demands reflection on the ways society minimizes the consequences of war and occupation, treating the deaths of innocent people as if they were unfortunate but unavoidable side effects rather than deliberate acts of violence.

The final stanza turns directly to Mohammed Zeid, addressing him by name in a gesture of both grief and recognition: "Mohammed, Mohammed, deserves the truth." Repeating his name reinforces the individuality of his life, counteracting the tendency to reduce victims of violence to statistics or faceless casualties. The bullet, the speaker insists, "had no secret happy hopes." The ironic phrasing exposes the absurdity of personifying the bullet in a way that absolves its human wielder of responsibility. The bullet was not "singing to itself with eyes closed / under the bridge." This final image mocks the idea that a bullet could be anything other than what it is—a tool of death. The juxtaposition of a whimsical, almost romanticized image with the stark reality of killing highlights how dangerous it is to obscure violence with comforting language.

By stripping away euphemism and insisting on the truth, "For Mohammed Zeid of Gaza, Age 15" becomes both a lament and an indictment. The poem does not simply mourn the loss of a young life; it exposes the structures of language and power that allow such deaths to be explained away, excused, or forgotten. In doing so, it honors the memory of Mohammed Zeid by refusing to let his death be softened into something accidental or inevitable. Nye’s poem reminds us that words have weight, and that to describe violence accurately is a moral obligation—one that carries its own kind of resistance against injustice.

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