maanantai 10. helmikuuta 2025

WHAT THE WESTERN EYES SEE IN THE HOLY LAND

The long dead from an another continent
are piled up high before the occupation forces'
bases, the illegal colonies. The occupied
natives don't see them, but the Westerners
don't see the occupied natives from them,
so high the piles of the long dead from
an another continent rise before
the eyes of the Westerners.

When the tanks and armoured personnel
carriers and armoured bulldozers go
to destroy homes and lives and refugee
camps and cities and towns and villages,
the long dead from an another continent
are tied into their sides, piled atop them,
and the Westerners' gaze is locked on
them, so they don't see the occupied
natives being killed, the torn bodies
of the natives, children, women, men,
the aged, being piled high among
the ruins of their land.

10.02.2025


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