When the messenger
has become bigger
than the message
in the eyes of all
faithful puppets
there's no fall
not summer
nor spring
all winter
climate
beats
soul
-
not, non, no
-
soul
beats
climate
all winter
not spring
nor summer
there's no fall
faithful puppets
in the eyes of all
when a message
has become bigger
Than the messenger
© 2024-06-30
I never needed this life
to learn to be your friend
perhaps you needed it
to proof you are part me
© 2024-05-04
On his retina he sees the child with a bandage
on the stump of his wrist where once was a hand
and another where once was a leg, a foot, both legs
and some say these are the fortunate for they still live
In his ears ring the blasts and sounds of bombs exploding
and of children crying and then -under concrete- dying
some insist this isn't genocide, no crime committed
He looks at the secretly taken videos and photographs
of the men and women -of whatever age- imprisoned
from Gaza or from the West Bank, labeled Hamas
as if that would justify any terror, torture, murder
There's no poetry in here, no, for a world such as this
it does not rhyme
As his eyes search the sky, he prays, for a future free
and peaceful Palestine
Note.
This truly is an abominable poem, for there shouldn't have been a reason to write it,
as I ask, can there be greater guilt than for a nation that emerged out of a genocide
colonising a land, committing ethnic cleansing & war crimes adding up to genocide.
© 2024-06-08
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