In the silence of the first Thursday
of this year I read Lorca and news
from the ongoing genocide, 38
people killed in the last day, and
who knows how many still under
rubble, murdered unknown in
Jabalia by Israel's occupation
forces, 'field executions' like
Lorca's murder, and the murderers
self-claimed identity changes,
but they are always the same,
people who first killed their
own humanity before killing
human beings, and the mask
of hate worn on their faces
is the same as then.
02.01.2025
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