HUNGER (& the HATRED)
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Hatred
like a wildfire
stalks the machinery of
my mercenary chest.
The blood,
well-armed in its rage
likewise pleads for revenge.
Night soon settles like
a smokescreen over this murderous heart
where a million mute massacres cry out
for redemption.
Who lit this fire that
sweeps whole worlds away?
Who forged these cruel contracts
signed in blood and retribution?
What bitter Bible blesses their ruthless laws?
And who, each day, lights the spark
on such senseless suffering?
And, tell me, Mr. Netanyahu
what merciless mother
would feed her children
on famine and starvation?
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HUNGER (& the HATRED) (Full Poem)
“There is no food to feed my children nor is there any bread… we came to the point where we are eating tree leaves we are eating the food of this donkey … you are asking me why did I come here I came because I want to take flour …look my leg is broken and I came to take flour I came to take flour … I came yesterday and people stepped over me I came today… even if I were to die I want to take a bag of flour because I can’t feed my children I don’t have anything to give my children to eat even if I die I will stay…”
(Democracy Now Interview, 1’56” – February 28, 2024)
"i’m telling you, people of Israel,
people of Palestine,
it will take more than 30,000
godforsaken funerals
to calm these troubled waters."
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