THOSE WHO HAVE BLINDED THEMSELVES MORALLY

Those who support Israel's regime support it solely

because it claims to be Jewish. They would have no

interest towards it otherwise. 

Because to them all is seen through ethnicity and religion,

they think that people also oppose Israel's actions only

because it claims to be Jewish. 

Not because actions are war crimes and crimes against humanity.

Having blinded themselves morally, supporters of Israel's regime

can't understand people who act from moral conviction.

They see only labels that justify all or deny the right to live

where opponents of Israel's regime see human beings

committing war crimes or being victims of them.

31.10.-03.11.2024

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THOSE WHO DON'T OPPOSE THE ONGOING GENOCIDE BY ISRAEL IN OCCUPIED PALESTINE

People who dismiss the demand to oppose a genocide

as a "purity test", who claim that something greater

is at stake than the mere fate of millions, those

people have lost what makes us humane beings

instead of merely humans. We need to be humane,

or soon we will be nothing but beasts.

03.11.2024

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ISRAELI REGIME SAYS IT KILLED 254 PEOPLE BECAUSE OCCUPATION SOLDIERS SAW ONE PERSON ON THE ROOF OF AN APARTMENT BUILDING

254 people were killed in Israel's occupation forces'

bombing of the house of the Abu Nasr family in

Gaza's Beit Lahia a week ago. 117 bodies recovered,

137 people still lost under the rubble, and the 'West'

considers the massacre of no great importance.

Certainly not of importance enough to take

any action, only to give the most mildest rebuke

to Israel's regime, and to urge it to behave

a bit better in the future, if that's not too much

to ask, and if it's, then no worries, do it again.

03.11.2024

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AN INTERNAL BONFIRE

Sometimes all you need for warmth is not a fire burning

in the stove, but merely gazing at a photograph that hides

more than it shows, yet with its promise gifts to imagination

the power to reveal what is hidden, and sets ablaze a roaring,

consuming fire that keeps you warm long after relief.

03.11.2024

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A WINTRY LANDSCAPE, EXTERNAL AND INTERNAL

An abundance of white

fills the landscape, the white

of the falling snow unites

the white land

with the white clouds,

and that enclosing white

comes and enters, and

it's white inside you,

the vast white space

merging with you - and

through you, it reaches

outwards, long after

the snow has melted

and the Sun shines on

the dead grass, that cold

whiteness lives in words.

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YET IT'S THE SAME, WHATEVER FORM AND COLOUR IT TAKES

The gravel road had a wide pool

of brown meltwater, the pure

fallen snow, like a human soul,

encountering the world below.

Yet, birds drank from it, and

frozen over, covered thinly

with freshly fallen snow,

it looks like purity itself.

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MELTING THE SNOW UPON THE SOUL

That one image evokes

all the images before,

and what they evoked

in the mind and flesh,

and the mind and flesh

respond, that one image

warms them, melting

the snow upon the soul.

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NOT QUENCHED

He would like her to know

that the photo she send

had the same effect

as those previous ones,

even when the words

are few, dampened

by these bitter days'

less fair offerings,

but not quenched.

31.10.-03.11.2024

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THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON ME

It might be the autumn old as myself on the edge

of winter's gray touch, or it might be that crimson

not of dawn or dusk after, before dark, but of life.

from children sprayed on rubble of bombed homes

and dreams. Chilled becomes dumb to much but

the lives torn not withered but budding from

the arms that carried them and hang limp

themselves crushed between collapsed floors.

It could be autumn, light tired as myself, or

it could be mass death celebrated by those

who rotted from the inside but stand while

felling entire cities and nations.

20.10.-01.11.2024

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TO THE INNOCENT DEAD IN PALESTINE AND LEBANON

Death on such a massive scale doesn't just extinguish

lives, crush bodies between collapsed floors, bury

them under rubble that was a shared existence.

No, something more dies, is dead, is being dug

up lifeless with desperate bare hands, carried

limp to be placed atop other cadavers on

horse-drawn wagons. It's our humanity itself

there, among the other mangled corpses,

laying not in peace, but in agony beyond

heartbeats, agony carved with shrapnel

into humankind itself.

01.11.2024

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