16-page report titled ‘Our Narrative…Operation Al-Aqsa Flood,’ challenges Israel’s claims, asserting that operation was necessary response to Israeli plans
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A friend wrote this for people like you
We’re playing the long game
Not trying to convince you
Of what you think you know so well
Just asking the right questions
And waiting
Patiently
For you to exhaust yourself
and
For you to find your sense of humanity
Keep shooting it feels good
The last one under the shoulder released some tension that has been building up for a while that’s in the grey zone where you just can’t reach without an extension rod
The first one pierced my heart and made me feel alive again. Really I thought I was dead, a zombie, unable to feel anymore, carrying the collective trauma of all of humanity in my breast plate
A later one sent percussive shockwaves through my bones shattering them into neat piles to sweep under the rug of historical colonialism that left no zone untouched
Another ricocheted through my mother aunt son brother father daughter oma breaking the chain of generations erasing the past preventing the future
The one that backfired blinded you enough to catch a glimpse of god shame guilt blame and retribution so that the next generation of children will continue the killing
I’m Coming
They grew apart from you
With time
Not because of anything particular
Specific as it were
Just the noise that displaces space
You can be certain
They have not forgotten you
They will still come to your funeral
When the time is ripe
Like a fruit before rotting
On the street you sit in humble repose
Dirty enough to draw disgust
To all who witness your demise
Though you were the godsend child of the community
Before things took a turn for the worse
Broken Hearted urchin
For whom no one sheds a shred of decency
They will still come to your funeral
They despise you for your ideology
Though you are cut from the same cloth
You used to agree on everything
From the side of the earth the sun rises
To the part of the sky where stars alight
You shared the sweet air of spring
And the crisp winter’s chill
You made art, talked god, prayed together over luminous fire
Too hot for the devil herself to hold hooves over
One touch inflicted the wound
One word destroyed the love
One breath born all misunderstanding
They will still come to your funeral
Scared Sacred
ride your planet
like you’re constantly
on the verge of orgasm
ecstatic
from everything you see
you hear
the particle of blue light
slowed down by intuition
submission
you feel
the wave propagating
along the thread of the spider’s web
taste the black dance to the red land
the scintillation of
the sun’s reflection
in your lover’s eye
is the calling
the cascade of water
flowing through you
is the flowering
the falcon’s dive
taking its prey
is the nourishing
you murmur again
everything is sacred
Sun-dried Tears
If we can produce enough tears
From the ocean that wells up inside of us
When we are overwhelmed by
Joy, Wonder, Sorrow, Loss, and Love
We can sell the sun-dried product
At Market
In our tiny village
When the People eat the brine
That poured out of us
They will feel the stories
Course through their capillaries
About the long road traveled
Reminding them of the convergence
Instructing them to hold the light
That brought them here
To tattoo the Tierra
With their blood seeping down to the river
And the smoke of their ritual fires touching the sky
Visible in the distance to influence
The clouds that rain inside
To cultivate the crops our lachrimae will eventually accentuate