Mister, may I call you mister?
‘Fellow I’m your neighbor Roger, what’s troubling your trembling? I won’t question. I’ll just listen to your troubles and the pulse of your vibrato.’
Roger they are killing the helpers
life here isn’t in disguise anymore
they murdered two angels
a poet and a healer
they are desperate to deflect they cry:
‘a state terrorist, harming our brave armed men!’
‘a state terrorist, who didn’t even salute those red and white and blue angry eyes!'
Roger I’ll be honest this seems familiar in my recent intake of life afar
the pattern of Gaza
sledgehammering and massacring the lives and loves of doctors,
students, artists, bakers, tea makers,
booksellers, EMTs, family archivists
an International assembly (yes really)
claimed no helpers or angels existed in the strip
a land without people before the chosen they labeled
luckily because of the 21st century people saw right through their claims
who did they think they were fooling when they said
that humanity is not among mothers, fathers, aunts and children
grandparents, olives, texts, soap, makeshift kitchens,
prayers, cats, hummus and Jesus draped in gauze
Roger these weren’t normal reactionaries spewing this
they despise the masked men as long as they are American
they contradict love and borders and nationality and familiarity
Roger I think as I speak this, they may come for me
they are patrolling speech because they want impunity to not grieve
they’d rather steal and gather skin and organs like crops
then ask their own heart beat for empathy for Palestinians
and eventually here the pattern will be completed
warehoused immigrants to harvest the hard harvests to come
and supply tissue and biologies
erasing lineages is the conquerors lust fulfillment
come first for the residents who do not claim occupied
the obsessed with possession of Palestine
I cannot in my heart recognize
those slandered, their so called backward lives that they accuse:
‘They are here to steal our standing, our souls, our patriotism,
rewrite our borders, OURS’
Roger does this sound familiar?
They’re claiming birthright and nationalist rallies?
like the recent descents of the US democracy events
fifty percent closed their eyes to
and the other fifty spilt fighting themselves as rats in shoes on a sinking ship
Charlottesville, the capital on the 6th
they won Roger they did
why did no one halt these marches
expose the architects of the coup
that transformed in stardom and legislation
Mister among us are there collaborators?
How else can a modern holocaust get funded?
artists and nurses of the highest spiritual order do not die
for other writers and doctors to be exterminated
borders mapped as weapons to be cut off and quartered
the people who claim the holy land
and the people who claim the greatest in terrain both as birthrights
wear and divide the same cloth
are the same tattered coin
the same tired mirror Roger
how do I live without the camouflage holding on anymore?
‘Fellow friend, do not tremble or get stuck in frightened vibrato.
You must love and bear witness and hold those exposed delicate and tearful.
Whether passed, whether bleeding, whether alive.
We mourn, we break, we love, we remember. We’re tender, we survive.’