The first social media account I lost
was due to having graphical images
of people killed... no, slaughtered
in occupied West Papua
by the Indonesian occupation
forces; until then I had never seen
human flesh cut open, intestines
pouring out, in that manner.
And so very little interest towards
the torment that had broken them.
So I shared them. But, in this
world such images are not intended
to be seen - how else could
the occupation and the genocide
go on? And the looting of
natural riches which those enable?
So, the dead erased; the broken
flesh that suffered unmade
as in an unmarked grave dug
on some Papuan hillside.
23.03.2023
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