ON THE THREE HUNDREDTH AND FORTY-FIFTH DAY OF THE YEAR

I don't take the bus,

go to the store,

for the sake of Gaza.

One more day of

black coffee and

crackers,

while hundreds

must be alive

under the rubble,

thirsty, hungry

and beyond

help

because a man

in Washington decreed

they must die.

No ceasefire,

no heavy rescue

equipment send.

Not even talk

of the latter,

because

a man in Washington

decreed they must

die.

So black coffee

and crackers,

while

hundreds more

are killed

today,

and dozens

buried alive

under the rubble,

people

who could be

saved,

if not for

Joe Biden

in Washington.

11.12.2023

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