Buildings Fall…but they were pushed

Global Rights

a note to the “assassins”  

of the Israeli ‘Defence’ Forces

1

Buildings may fall but they were pushed.

 

Flowers refuse to grow in shredded bone

and dust.

 

Bare hands don’t break bread when they

are buried deep in dark earth.

 

So tell me, when, when, will all this killing

stop?

 

2

Autumn wind will soon strip soft

flesh for feeding

as hunger now walks

even without legs

 

and yet so-many must sit

and somehow survive

while the monstrous bombs

still fall

 

fall and savage soft flesh for feeding. (...Continued)

8

And all this and more

and still to be called  “anti-Semite”!

 

“People call us baby killers, but you know what?

They're not wrong and we should not be ashamed of it.”

(משה מרדכי לוי - Moshe Mordechai Levi,

from the 84^th Givati Brigade, Gaza)

 

all this and more as the

cold-blooded-killers creep closer

and the wind camouflages our voices

- in contradiction

 

“I’m proud to be one because this is what HaShem

ordered. To kill the Amalek, that includes men, women,

baby, animals and even their trees.”

(Moshe Mordechai Levi, 84^th Givati Brigade, Gaza-Genocide).

Still, tell me, Moses,

if and when, when, your killing will ever stop?..

Global Rights - Palestine 

 

"Cries from a Child trapped beneath rubble in Gaza City 

- September 16, 2026

#Make #thewrittenword a #subversive activity in an age of Resurgent #Fascism.

Finally: Hope for the future? 

"On a human level, I fully understand the criticism voiced by some Palestinian writers regarding the ineffectiveness of poetic language when faced with the horrific power of weaponry, the impunity enjoyed by the killers within the IDF—as well as their government and those who direct them—and the unprecedented complicity, whether active or passive, shown by much of the world in the face of the suffering and extermination of an entire people. In this context, poetry might appear to be a luxury or an act of hypocrisy. Yet, I continue to believe that poetry—and artistic expression in general—is a powerful weapon; it speaks to the heart as well as the mind, setting the possibility of beauty against the monstrosity of injustice and war waged against the defenseless and children. Admittedly, the dormant consciences of the West are difficult to rouse or penetrate, but however challenging it may be, poetry acts as a tool—a kind of crowbar—capable of prying open and dismantling indifference.

After every winter, spring arrives. Provided we do not stop believing in it, and provided we do not give up." (Sergio Segio - 3/11/2026)