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The Freedom Flotilla
This is no pleasure trip, no voyage for the weak-hearted.
The activists singing, holding arms, like birds in the trees,
those in awe of morning’s glory, in a dolphin-crowded sea,
mantle of intellect, a true heroic affair.
They have a ship load of food and medicine, a holy mission
to the chagrin of warmongers and their media culprits.
To the shores of Gaza they sail,
Where flesh is burnt like used tires,
monuments of barbarism.
Bewilder them till they die!
At night the stars come out into
this artifice of humanity, caught in the web of
an unspeakable tragedy.
Alas, the flotilla is interdicted, freedom is not,
sailing past the deceits, the barricades, the barb wires,
And the AI-guided bombs.
Freedom is never negotiated on high seas, commands
all the waves to safety.*
Dedicated to Greta and her comrades
Copyright ©
Kaveh Afrasiabi
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