Protest
What mattered
matters not, now
Words strip naked of their letters
Bullets fill in the gaps
Annunciation is firing
Silence is a bomb
Who do you throw under the bus
to hold true your perpetual lies?
The disfranchised
The looking unlike
The unembellished with your
righteousness cloak
Read me. I no longer write between
the lines
Terror- a person
Terror- a nation
Terror- a slogan
An idea
A poem
A lover’s hand
You watched me stuff
my open wounds
with the concrete of my house
Once, twice, thrice
You watched me unfold
and fold and unfold again
the walls of my tent
You watch me uproot my olive trees
My veins bleed into their branches
My torso swings with their trunks
You watched me write my songs
on dead children’s skins
Hollowed by hunger
thirst and horror
I rub my amputated being
with the salt
of what was once tears
Where to re anchor?
Where to replant?
Every ground is rubbles
Every breath is soot and cinder
But perhaps you could not see
Trapped in the temple of your currency –
Spilled red is not visible behind
glasses tinted green
Self defense
Self preservation
Look once into the mirror of your soul
to see how the rest of the world
is to unfold
