Be human, be kind, feed the children, do not burn them. Free Palestine.
Hopping along, he came
right up to my door.
Knock, knock, knock, knock—
rude knocks, I could tell for sure.
“Hello? Can I help you?”
“Yes, you can. Get the hell out of my house.
This is my house.”
“But you are a kangaroo—how, oh how
can this be your house?”
“We used to live in the north of Canada,” he replied.
“This is our native land.
Our Snowman God promised us this land
three thousand years ago.”
“Are you kidding me?” I said.
“Apparently not…”
He punched me in the face,
stomped all over my children,
beheaded my wife and started
wearing her clothes.
Stunned, I screamed, “Stop!
Get the hell out!”
He replied I was a terrorist ba*tard
and anti-snowmitic.
He shot me.
My last vision
was IDF kangaroos
slaughtering polar bears.
random thought
about bought
lesee i let a i o u
tune my poems
& it's so true
entomb my tomes
now for guilt
wrapping quilt
or satisfaction or both
placate faction doth
i don't write know more
blank white boar
less than not
in ending this
game of rot
composting fbook
if you care to look
just don't kiss
any dyslexic
mix or be sic
sans which rye
on rub in put in pi
know where going
less point more thumb
all ready now showing
orange ain't knew dumb
can't get past
third weak
sans rubbing cash
praytell pay less
peter's pall
merrikka stall
must get this sin
don't kill venezuelan
since rus needs busy be
now that you crane
has no see
but blown apart brain
an wouldn't want sia
defend with weapon i ran
brics expect expand
wooden wont bee ya
all drunk
aslib progressive punk
hanging hard
on mccarthy card
ptsd owns petard
the other day I met a cute Zionist lad in street,
he had said to me you are terrorist I replied yeah
sometime I really do, with some powerful horror
How deep is the hate
how foolish the claims
how silly the egoism
how petty the jealousy
how sad the lack of character
how does one wake up
inside the lies of poetry
dead ink, a worthless soul
The world is now more aware
are you?
Everyone is upset these days
Trump it seems
is being obscene
rude to Ukraine
some say is insane
but really, really?
now it matters?
not a peep about Genocide Joe
thousands of children
dead by bombs signed
by smirking American leaders
One eye is open
the other eye completely closed
What Russia does a little to Ukraine
USA does, times by thousands more
to a people whose land was stolen
silence
utter silence
Colonialism, you still love it.
Imagine if you will
attending a holocaust memorial
at the very same moment
you support today's slaughters
this is inhumanity
hypocritical all
poets and politicians
to say I am disgusted
an understatement
to say I am filled with tears
a truth
inhumane
insane
your hatred ingrained
the inhumanity, raining blood
against all odds
I will always stand with the oppressed
not with those wearing masks
of Zionist deceit
Palisades Palestine
Raging fires Raging fires
mansions destroyed Babies burned
a million tears the dead cannot cry
the winds are whispering the bombs are laughing
who stole your water supply? no aid allowed in
terrifying, natures justice Americas politicians sign the bombs
your Big Mac was burned while complete villages destroyed
a few people perished hundreds of thousands slaughtered
fools denying climate change fools committing genocide
missing a little water are we? missing hospitals, children covered in
blood
your white Jesus turned it to wine Bethlehem under Zionist siege once more
go see the Resnicks go see Netanyahu
they stole most of your resources he stole human organs, like a genocide
before
you suffered a few days Palestinians suffered 76 years
poetic justice Poets shot in the head
why should I care? when the USA sends billions
you will rebuild the mansions innocent lives, lost forever, by your hand
in crime
The birth place of Jesus
not a sound could be heard
the celebrations cancelled
surrounded by soldiers
the village living in fear
Christmas carols
only sung in silenced hearts
the oppressed shiver
with candles in the dark
snipers lurking in their nests
what dear child pray tell
will they shoot next?
The Europeans colonized
middle earth and Africa
as their God given right
America built on the labour
of African slaves
Indigenous killed
murdered, and slaughtered
then laughed at
some of you still live in this world
others though, through the eyes of history
have admitted
if not confessed, the evil deeds
now you see children burned alive
in hospital tents, on purpose
and for that
they are your new enemy
In lands where olive trees were once tended with care
echoes of laughter from the indigenous ones
beneath a sky where foreigners cast their lies
Where dreams were lost and all hope died
children's eyes opened wide with fear
memories of peace now blurred and unclear
Horrors whispered in the dark of night
Zionists crimes of plunder and plight
fields once fertile now stolen by knife
In the name of the mafia they've taken my child's life
We can them assemble,
For they still resemble.
It won't things dissemble
Nor the whole world crumble
Nor Men cause to amble...
They won't burn like bramble
From moves to assemble:
While others Adamic,
Both also Abrahamic:
Not one part Semites,
And the other Hamites...
Sure,some voice would grumble,
"A Meant Bull!" mumble:
Risks of death's preambles,
For Union a shambles...
Arabs and Zionists:
Their least loved unionist...
God promised the Jews Israel
A 'Land of Milk and Honey'
So, most headed to America ~
where they could make some money
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