Traps snare with unseen pesticides,
Leaving no trace of the killers–
Monsanto’s airplanes are unmarked.
To the Zionists
Who murdered you,
You meant nothing.
To me, you are
My everything.
My little
Palestinian Rose.
Frame this moment,
Hang it in a museum.
Cobwebs of confusion
Masquerading as politicians,
Shatter what’s left of
The Grand Geometrician’s prism.
Dressed up, looking like a doll figurine,
She holds the honeysuckle, saying:
This is the real me,
Not these trifling clothes you see.
–Peace is bought and sold–
Then slaughtered.
–Re-packaged and marketed again–
Then slaughtered.
….Advocating for peace
Without advocating for justice,
Only serves the oppressor.
The beasts are very wise,
Their mouths are clean of lies,
They talk one to the other,
Bullock to bullock’s brother
Resting after their labours,
Each in stall with his neighbours.
But man with goad and whip,
Breaks up their fellowship,
Shouts in their silky ears
Filling their soul with fears.
When he has ploughed the land,
He says: “They understand.”
But the beasts in stall together,
Freed from the yoke and tether,
Say as the torn flanks smoke:
“Nay, ’twas the whip that spoke.”
–Rudyad Kipling
Our backs are free
Of your shackles,
Weight and whips.
Our feet are free
Of your “lucky”
Horse-shoes.
Wilderness is our
Home.
Your pens and fences
…A testament
To your own
Caged existance.
minaret moon
winks at sun
dervish clouds
swirl
All the king’s horses
And all the king’s men,
Can’t put scorched earth
Back together again.
His Zionist masters’ make
Obama take the blame,
Before him it was Bush…
Tell me, is the master
Responsible
Or the attack-dog?
The last tree
Was chopped down
To make a billboard.
Show me kindness,
So that I will
See Love.
♥
