Cycle of Violence



Violence is a Gaza border constant
Israeli towns receive 
heavy rain
of missile shells
Man-made hell, Hezbollah air sent
Meanwhile, Mossad
infiltrate the tunnels,
unpacking C4 bundles to fiery rent

Refugee status
is a Palestinian forced Tel Aviv flee
Suicide vested persuasion
have innocent souls 
hearing worm echoes   prematurely 
Divided Jerusalem
stoke hate fires ... a common 
epoxy bond emotion,
unifying two camps stuck on angry

Wash the bloody clothes
with every Arab dissent rock throw
Close the Negev windows,
as the fear cactus heat starts to grow

So beware of the prick from the needles:
Love sick twin conscience
grieving in funeral earnest,
with suspicious, interfaith locked elbows

Rinse the tear-stained clothes,
then put the brotherhood violence
on another tumble spin cycle

Peace progress is on a turtle slow dry,
evaporated trust
give oasis enemies another mirage try
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Lamoureux Avatar
July 29, 2018 at 9:51 AM
Scary stuff!
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 27, 2018 at 2:47 PM
Wonderfully unsettling piece my friend. Much love and peace to you, xomo
Bateman Avatar
July 27, 2018 at 1:32 PM
Hello Dear Friend Freddie!! You have certainly addressed this disturbing "Cycle of Violence" with all due passion, concern, and with a most demonstrative vim and vigor too!! Excellently rendered in every respect. This Gaza Border crisis and the plight of the Palestinian refugees is horrific and terrible, and begs for leadership and help from the greater world community. Unfortunately, our president is no where to be found in helping to realistically solve this problem. Duh?? Superb!! Best, Gary
Boddie Avatar
July 27, 2018 at 11:49 AM
conflict keeps us sick because of some prick who wants to stick situations that make us tick in an effort to make us pick bad choices in every click to keep us stuck on stupid, I hate that sh**….well said my brother....
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