Gaza
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Trump's no HitlerThat's for sureUnlike AdolfDon's manure
AdolfHe no like a JewDonaldHe blow Netanyahu
WehrmachtOn the Russian SteppeWalmartOn the Gaza Strip
Bread... and bullets.
In the land of falasteen where the olive branches cry,
In the land of falasteen where the Nakba reverberates through time,
A percentage of me has to hell been consignedby the ever raging zionists' war machine.To each livid soldier, a mandate is assignedto uproot terror where multitudes are confined.
I am angryI am angry because my life doesn’t matter
I am angry because my struggles don’t matterI am angry because when I get attacked in a mosque or at school it’s my fault
I look at the shiney golden ticket in my miniscule hands.
The fog from the train clouds my eyes as I experience nostalgia from watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as a kid.
There was a baby girl born to a family of sixWho was a beacon of love amidst the conflictsShe took her first steps under the moon lightOn the shoreline of the sea, oh what a sight
To See and Not be Able to Do
Every time I encounter the News,
Yes the News
Will it ever end,
Seeing the death of my Palestinian friends,
Will it ever end,
Seeing the terrorists bomb and kill with no repercussions,
No consequences, just governmental corruption,
Listen now, youngest of us.
On the edge of ruin, I am wiser
And perhaps, you shall be as well.
A crimson silk carpet runs beneath
The house, unmoving and unwavering.
Occupiers hold on with iron grips
Thoughtless deeds, humanity is on freeze
Women, children cry out of soundless lips
Free Palestine!
by Ima Ríos
Metalic rain
erase the smell of life.
Alien fire
Bombs
Bullets
Death.
1.
Home.
That is where the heart is.
So I hear.
The footprints of my people
Long lost on the winds of time.
