Build me an army

Build me an army of
poets warriors,
of heart-broken lovers
to bring righteous vengeance
& relief to those in pain

how can I stay deaf
to the cry of
a nation?

You who suffer are my people
but I am not one of you.

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 I've heard about the one
who lost his brothers
the one who is missing a mother
the one who was tortured,
every story is a tragedy
on this bloody land
I can share my sorrow
but I can't compensate one
on anything:
I am empty handed,
save my useless compassion to you
save my fear of hatred & my hatred for that fear.
Poets alone can make peace & Justice comes togather,
broken heart lovers' despair
is a fabric woven
by blood and tears of the
innocent ones.

nakba day

Nakba day. This one day in particular that makes me feel so alienated, uprooted. with an unresolved national identity issue. I AM NOT Israel.

Go on, wave your bloody flags,

at the faces of the people whose  houses  you demolished, 

march in front of the masses of people you imprisoned.

celebrate the ongoing occupation, the racism, apartheid,

discriminative system you choose to call the Jewish state- but count me out of it, please.