They excuse the genocide
old as a toddler bleeding to death,
just like they excuse the Apartheid
old as a great-grandmother among
the shrouded bodies of her exterminated
family, just like they excuse
the occupation old as a grandfather
gathering pieces of his grandchildren
from among the ruins of his home,
with atrocities as old as an octogenarian,
brought out in their wheelchair to shield
the tanks and the jets and the snipers
and the drones and the politicians.
29.03.2025
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