Lives are stolen, every hour
a future or two or three broken,
decades that would have been
now crushed under the rubble,
and the willingly ignorant
are repeating propaganda
for murder while looking away.
They declare the murderers
are innocent and the dead
not, that those who laugh
while blowing up neighbourhoods
are afraid and defending themselves
in their productions of genocide
for the Tik-Tok and Telegram.
But they newer watch the dead
children nor the killers' videos
(or admit doing so), those who
tell us that this is just - because
they read it from someone raging
like them, or a politician told them
so, these scarecrows garbed in
human flesh, who have replaced
the reality of 21 000 murdered
children with their fantasies
of a Holy Land and Zionism
as a feelgood story for former
human beings like them, who
don't know Lebanon from Palestine,
Hamas from Hezbollah, nor
the genocidaire from the victim.
29.11.2024
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