EVEN THAT

I should be sitting inside

before the computer,

copying and posting videos

of the genocide,

photographs of the children

murdered and wounded,

relaying the number of lives

stolen today,

forcing that reality on as many

people as possible,

making a few see, hoping

they would make a few others notice

and pass along, you know,

playing a tiny role in dominoes falling

the right way, bringing

down the Apartheid regime

to which my eyes opened

back during the First Intifada,

but got even that wrong,

that simple act of amplifying

what those on the ground witness,

and are instead sitting outside

a taste of bile in my throat

as the warm evening grows darker,

writing this on my phone,

a self-cleansing act

approaching self-pity

while families are burned alive.

08.09.2025