Gaza—
I was there.
I have seen the blood.
I have seen suffering
beyond words.
Israel—
the world will not forget.
Not now.
Not in time.
I saw pain
in the eyes of the people.
I saw innocence
caught in war.
I saw men
broken and killed.
I saw women
crying in fear.
I saw children
starving in silence.
Gaza today
is a place of sorrow.
A place
where humanity is questioned.
When all this suffering unfolds—
where is the world?
Israel—
what wrong
have the people of Gaza done?
How many must fall
before it ends?
America.
Europe.
You speak of human rights.
Yet your actions
tell another story.
You send support.
You send weapons.
And the suffering continues.
Blood in Gaza
falls day and night.
If Israel has a right to exist—
what of Gaza?
What of its people?
No power
is above judgment.
No nation
escapes history.
Israel—
what is not just
will never bring peace.
The blood in the Middle East
will not be forgotten.
It will return
as a question of justice.
And Gaza—
will not be erased.
Emerging sex scandal on the "Gaza flotilla": the organizer slept with all the activists. The "key organizer" of the world's most humane flotilla engaged in intimate relations with numerous mission participants right on board. On previous flotillas, Israeli military reported finding an anomalously large number of used and new condoms on the vessels. Was Greta Thunberg among them—we have no clue.
They went to break though sea blockade
Bring light to needy Palestine
A worthy cause when one is jade
A trip of orgy, by design
The amazons of our times
Or rather "dames on the loose"
Accuse Zion of awful crimes
For "noble cause" enjoyed abuse
To screw like there's no tomorrow
Abandon hubbies and proceed
Support Hamas, by moans and sorrow
No doubt, a courageous deed
When yacht becomes a battleground
Heroic act was their protest
Thereafter, all went homeward bound
Tight-lipped about "two bar" test
April 15, 2026
The
Lord
Will
Give
You
Victory
Soon..Tommorow.? Its America; Britan
Australia, Canada NZ, Russia..Softly softly
With honeyed words..The payback has been planned..For 1945 just you mark
What occurs.' And what is now
happening? act now
Be strong, get community active simple
Steps against these wrongs..For our punishment will not start with bombs.' But
With deprivation of food and fuel..And self
Derision, plus division..They have no rules,
The target is genocide, simple and plain..
Be aware, get informed.' Wake up through
This pain.'
"Genocided genociders"
Look, the victims of holocaust
committing genocide
They bomb indiscriminately
the so-called open prison
With the embargo they imposed
they let civilians starving
There's no humanity in them
thus, i dub them subhumans *1
They have lost count on the dead
more than some sixty thousands
The former genocided ones
became genociders
Semites massacring semites
almost a fratricide
Behold the majestic zionism
in all of its greatest glory
The jews are now philistines
auschwitz is now gaza
Hitler is netanyahu
and nazis are now zionists
Americans, heroes of world war
are now israel's lackeys
A whole superpower
can't look them in the eye
SHAME on most evangelicals
they're anything but christians
But, this somehow has to end
one day they'll have to pay
It's not an "if", it is a "when"
have courage palestine.
(This poem is not a recent one)
a body on a table in middle of Gaza
shaft of golden light pierced apex
from Heart Centre grew a beanstalk
onto which InnerChild ascended
saw white sails of boats in blue-green ocean
they took our homes away ~
need not be conspiracy
nor parade of lunacy
or ignore bear
and fold in despair
putin put in prison
with warlords clinton bush
obama trump biden
to gehenna all push
this coincidence
though not providence
consequences still apply
when russians die
iranian friends fry
hezballah hamas fail
gazans who live do so in hell
created by modern israel
who is loved by corina machado
asking hatchet for maduro machado
and gives aid to our good saint zel
so progressives pink washed
don't want you be squashed
but let this sink in
as advocate violence
and boost cause silence
merrikka israel win
time after time again
for sake of all love god
don't be a brain clod
while ukraine remains cannon fod
Where broken walls let daylight through,
Children still dream in fragile hues.
Yet every dream they hold inside
Is guarded by the world’s shared guide.
“All humans are born free,” it begins—
With equal rights beneath their skins.
So even here, where sorrows fall,
These simple words must shield them all.
The right to life, to safety’s breath,
To live unshadowed by the threat of death.
The right to food, a home, a bed—
Not nights of fear, or paths to dread.
The right to learn, to write, to read,
To plant small hopes like scattered seed.
Classrooms should ring with joy and art—
Not crumble into dust and dark.
For every child in Gaza’s dawn
Is born with rights from the moment drawn—
Not given by borders, nor withheld by might,
But written for all in universal light.
Vaporized poem
circle of terror
go back to the title
read again
and again
Three thousand years of pain
One hundred and fifty generations,
Can we define this as insane
A cauldron full of grief and trepidation.
No one deserves this sorry fate
Enslaved and dispossessed,
Wondering the world as human freight
Herded and processed.
Yet there lies across the fence
A people just as ravaged,
Between the twain a situation tense,
That by history's sad fate - has too been savaged.
Israelis and Palestinians divided by their faith,
Fighting over dirt their grandfather's tilled,
Where once was pride in sense of place,
Now lonely graves where blood was
Spilled.
Is there an answer - a solution to this sorrow,
Where cousins in but name may coexist,
Or are we yet to see more wars to follow,
And not from killing to desist.
The future is not mine to give,
But a prayer to free them from this yoke,
May a path be found for all to live,
To make a life that’s more than hope.
A boy…one boy digs through rubble.
He must find the pieces of his heart.
Tears, heartbreak - he must find him.
Someone films him - What are you doing?
Looking for my grandpa. He keeps moving.
He keeps moving rubble, turning it over -
he cannot fathom what his brain cannot
comprehend. Desperation in his eyes.
We clench our innards, because we too
cannot take this. Suffering we’d erase.
Each and every, any kid - we hurt for him
and her. Out of time and reach; tears.
And elsewhere a counterpart hurts too.
Another year
The war continues
More and more people die
And more and more people do
The fighting goes on
Without an end in sight
But the victims are becoming victors
Still fighting the best fight they can
Protecting their land and people
But this war will never end
Evilness will not allow it
They enjoy the death too much
© Poem – VII/X/MMXXV
LRET
In Gaza's streets, where silence screams
A humanitarian crisis, a people's dreams
Unheard voices, lost in the pain
As bombs fall hard, and hope wanes
The world stands by, a distant hum
As lives are lost, and freedom's undone
Children weep, their future unsure
Their cries echo, but who's listening for?
Protesters rise, with voices bold
Demanding justice, for a story untold
But they're met with force, with chains and pain
Their courage crushed, their voices vain
Gaza's land, a story old
Palestinian hearts, with a history told
Displacement, occupation, and strife
A people's struggle, a long, hard life
The international community, a distant shore
Their words are hollow, as Gaza's people roar
No justice comes, no peace is found
As the world watches, Gaza's life dwindles down
But still we rise, with voices loud
For justice, freedom, and a future proud
We'll stand with Gaza, through every test
For humanity's sake, we won't find rest
Let's break the silence, let's shatter the chains
For Gaza's people, we'll rise above the pain
We'll stand as one, with hearts united strong
For justice, peace, and a future where all belong
Sorry Gaza
Excuse Palestinians
Thanks Nobel
-Dharga Nagar Safa
The maggot is weary of children it eats,
Of women laid down in Rafah's cold streets.
It's tired of salivating on innocent dead,
With no parting words and no tears to be shed.
It dined with the war-lords who broke Palestine's door,
On limbs, and on bullets, and on Hind's final core.
It gorged on a nation, sovereign and free,
And now seeks a prize for its "nobility."
So give the maggot his Nobel Prize,
Who seeks a false peace for his villainous eyes.
A peace made of cluster bombs, blood, and our pain,
On dishonesty's altar, for conquest and gain.
The maggot is sated, his tools are all shown,
In Tel Aviv's fortresses, of steel and of stone.
On aid-seekers' bodies, in Khan Younis's sands,
His peace is enacted by madmen's commands.
Then give him his prize, let the world acquiesce,
And grant his nobility to wickedness.
Let his name be inscribed in the blood of the slain,
For a Nobel bought with terror, and perpetual pain.
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