Tag: Gaza

Collapse Of All

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The war takes my breath away 
That people could still think in that way 
In terms of human animals and sorting knives by their edge
The sharpness of the thoughts in their head
As they strike their enemy down 
But what if their enemy lived in this town 
And they decided to blitz it 
Because they say that violence fits it 
And it deserves decimation 
I think of the train station 
Where I once met him 
And the idea is so grim 
That he would be the men in the verse 
Where they say women and children first 
And I have to leave him on the ship 
Or hands behind his back tied with a zip 
In a grave at Nasser with nothing to identify 
I watch as a mother cry 
And scream over the loss
If this is innocence then why do they pay the cost 
For a button you press 
And guns they fire, you know the rest 
I don’t need to elucidate 
Because I’ve touched the educate 
In Middle Eastern politics 
And the lump in my throat still sticks 
When I hear the students soar 
And demand that the people in charge do more 
To prevent what happens to a child 
Lost somewhere in a wild
Wild world 
Sometimes it’s a blessing to be born a girl

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World Peace

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Is world peace just an errant thought
And can I be bought 
As I watch the children die in Gaza 
And the feminists are full of bravada 
But they herald a movie about a drink 
And deck themselves out in pink 
While I watch an atomic bomb descend 
The kind of suffering you cannot mend 
And we raise man up high 
But what happens when he starts to die 
By his own hand 
Individually when people don’t understand 
Or as a collective in the fires of war 
As we look on and wonder what it’s for 
And some say freedom and other need secure 
But I was locked behind a closed door 
And they fastened the key 
Far away from me 
So I couldn’t get at it 
How could I tell them I flat to the mat it 
As I watch Sinéad walk up and down the hall 
So I copy her coz fuck it all 
And they’ve got their notes and pens 
Figure that out, fuck you, amen 
I walk backwards when I’m talking to that nurse 
She says find a new way so I rehearse 
How I can mime the way I feel 
I say I feel sick and the Gavisgon is real 
And pink in a little cup 
I take it like a drug 
That might do me some good 
And they try to draw blood 
From a turnip but I laugh when I’m in the bathroom 
Coz I’m high on the sounds of doom 
And they come and knock every fifteen minutes 
“Just doing the check”, that’s the way innit
And there was nice shampoo left by someone else
I just found out it’s Israeli and bad for your health 
So I don’t buy it in the shop 
And you can say I’m anti semetic but I’m not 
I’m just pissed off as hell 
That you don’t see the humans you tell 
To move to the south and into Rafah, refugees
And you would have them on their knees 
Just so you could be taller than them 
As if the Bible means that it happens again 
Every great flood and plague of locusts 
But I think you may have lost your focus 
Coz the Arab population 
Have as much right to an education 
As the highest scholar in the land 
The Sufi poets that understand 
Things I can’t put my finger upon 
And my words will live on after I’m gone 
To bear witness and say 
A just war is not okay 
And at the break of day 
Peace will come to land on the bay

The Ancient Struggle

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Why do I see myself in Gaza 
Like there’s something Irish about Barack Obama Plaza 
And I just drive these roads like there’s somewhere I’m going
But is there truth to it, there’s no way of knowing 
And there was a famine that was inflicted
And tenants that were evicted 
From they only place that they knew
Could provide food for you 
I look at the images of suffering 
In my history books and feel the storm worsening 
Inside myself and felt 
The kind of anger that injustice dealt 
Now I look at my screen and see 
A child with no way to be free 
In this life 
And people worry about a wife 
That might stray 
And I wonder what made them that way 
As their hearts are hard and unforgiving 
And hell comes for the living 
As they scream and cry
Or just accept that they’re going to die 
And I cannot lie 
That I’m afraid of remuneration 
Some kind of unwanted compensation 
For all the words that I write 
Because half of it is shite 
And could never measure up to 
All that I want to be for you 
Some kind of presence in the absence 
Of a leader as buildings are collapsing 
Under the weight of what they do not know 
Know that I will never let you go 
Not to be alone in this fight 
It’s bandages in the twilight

The Futility And Helplessness

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The futility and helplessness sets the kettle to boil 
And I wouldn’t be a daughter of this soil 
If the tragedy of conflict didn’t run in my veins 
And if I didn’t understand their pains
As they’re bombed into an oblivion 
How do I forgive them 
For what they don’t know they do 
When they are crucifying you 
For all they want to gain 
Because of the mechanics of their pain
As it spins round and round 
And delivers verdict without a sound 
Only the deafening quiet of thunder
Another neighbourhood going under
To the sound of crush
And the people rush
To see who they can save
As western civilisation cave
Under the weight of its own oppression
And every truth seems like a confession 
We make in the dark 
And we scroll past the things that leave a mark
And I watch young men in suits 
Brush past the truth
Like it is an inconvenient stare 
That they don’t want to admit is there 
When they don’t want it to be 
And if the Mediterranean Sea
Is the only place you can find solid ground
You know the silence has been lost in sound

Each Grain Of Sand

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It’s a nightmare we’re all dreaming
And somewhere the children are screaming
And it aches in my heart and it pulls at my soul
Something crushes the begging bowl
And flattens the land
The hills and valleys that used to understand 
All the movement and all the sighs
I watch a brother break as his sibling dies
And his wails of pain seem all to familiar to me
Because I know the crushing weight of the sea
As it pummels the shore 
What is left to adore
In this broken world
And if I am just a girl
How do I effect change
But I watch the stars rearrange
Every season in the sky
As I ask God why
He could allow such things
And if the spirit has wings
Does it fly away from here
When it’s separated from the ones we hold dear
In a man made disaster
And there is no plaster
Than can fix bullet holes 
And we’re all just supposed to play our roles
In this great big cosmic machine
And I thank God that it is just a dream
As I rouse to wake
The people that die for humanity’s sake 
I feel something break
And go free in me
Are we doomed to repeat history
Or can we be the change we want to see
If there’s a man in the mirror it starts with me

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Machine Gun Eyes

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Dead bodies and machine gun eyes
I think they believe the lies
That they are fed
And when they lie in bed
They must stop the truth from reaching them 
And life must be teaching them 
How to bear the weight they’ve been gifted
I sweat in my jumper that’s been thrifted
From some nearby store
And I just wanted to change it more 
But how do you compete with belief
And you just feel relief 
When it falls away from you 
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do
What matters is that you’re wiling to be led
Not blind opposition to what’s being said 
And I watch Ben Gvir shout his refrain 
Does he even know the pain 
He’s in and so inflicts 
They say that some day wars will be fought with sticks
After we’ve destroyed ourselves
Why do you put them in cells
If they are brother and sister tide
Please leave the Palestinians alive
You’ve done enough
And, God knows, it wasn’t out of love
It was to feed that old demon 
That’s always dreaming 
He will rule the world 
And what does it matter what says this girl 
Who is just a child of Irish rain 
And our own kind of particular pain 
As we live on the land
Our ancestors once couldn’t understand
As it was stolen from beneath them 
Until someone bequeath them 
Their own patch of ground 
And do you hear the sound
Of the child cry
Why must I be the one to let her die? 

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Mo Stór

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We watch it unfold before our eyes
Another day, another Palestinian dies 
And their culture is erased like it has no meaning
And the people are not dreaming
Because it’s no nightmare
But a reality that would scare 
The most stoic into submission
I don’t need anyone’s permission
To say what I feel to be true
The end of the genocide starts with you
And I, as we raise a voice to lift the blockade
So that the only shade
The children know is that of a tree
Palestine is forever free
No matter the walls and doors
Checkpoints and bombed out floors
But a spirit nothing can kill
If I know anything it’s that Love never will
Ever be defeated
And my courage has not retreated 
Far enough that I will not say
I can see another way
For the tide to beat the shore 
You are not alone, mo stór

The Erosion Of Despair

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They come with their tanks and their bombs 
And their hidden intentions
And the last thing they want
Is to be in your mentions
As you call them out
A genocide that you cannot doubt
As they ethnically cleanse
This will not come to an end
Til they have erased the evidence of a people
And the steeple
Is no deterrent to the war
They bomb the mosque and what it’s for
Coz they have a reign
And a plan to occupy again
What they designate as theirs
And the west is like “who fuckin cares”
We’ll just watch over here from our couch
And stay silent as a mouse
In a house of cats
While the baseball bats
Of white phosphorous burns 
And history never learns 
Not to repeat itself 
Be quiet or your mental health
Will take another knock
But they level another block
In the name of fighting terror
Do you think their error
Might be in the lifeless body a mother holds
Like the stories that they’ve told
Of their own past and legacy
Do the brutalised visit their pain on me 
When they repeat the cycle
And it is vital
That we all recognise
That whenever anyone dies 
At the hand of another
There are no qualifications in that murder
Under the guise of attack as a “sacred” role
The logic of that is pulverise a soul
Til it gives up the fight
And you can sit by the firelight
Warming your hands 
And say these are our lands
To conquer and to own
What will be the reflection when the true colour’s shown

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Lost Causes And St. Jude

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South Africa’s leading the charge
And we are all floating on a barge
Down the river Thames 
Watching it happen again 
And over one hundred and fifty years ago 
The Irish were starved to death so 
The British could maintain their economy 
The invisible hand and the maize crop they take away from me 
So how do I not feel Palestine 
As though the struggle was mine
Babies screaming in the street
As the winter steals the heat 
And Israel bombs the buildings 
Do they not care for the children 
Who will grow up with war wounds
Or the ones who died too soon
The mothers, fathers, family, friends 
Is this how the world ends
Watching silently from the western front 
As a people bear the brunt 
Of what’s held in the unconscious 
And I don’t know what they want us
To do in the movement in between 
When they convince the dream 
That it is reality
But the lie is not getting the best of me

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The Commensurate Struggle

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The commensurate struggle under foreign rule 
And we learn about it in school
Like it is part of history
But there is so much that does not sit well with me 
Because I looked to the North of Ireland and could see
Blood on the streets as a child of 1990
And yet somehow there was an agreement that stemmed the tide
The flow of blood was silent outside
Though it still simmers underground
And I’m attuned to that sound 
As I hope it will rise only to be let go of
In place of a deeper kind of love
Now, bombs drop in the Middle East
And I wonder if our peace
Could be translated 
If the powerful could be educated 
In what it means 
To break nightmares into dreams 
For there are tens of thousands of children die 
Since the birth of the realm that made them cry
And I cannot stay silent and roll 
Like this is all there is in my soul 
Like I don’t have the blood of my ancestors proud
Who would say that the innocent and the loud
Should stand on equal footing 
And I know where they are putting 
The blame and why 
But no one deserves to die 
Before their time 
And is a war crime 
Only recognised in hindsight 
They starved us too 
From 1845 to ‘52
A million died
And mothers cried 
Others emigrated 
Now I’m listening to things the politicians stated 
As they barricade and siege 
With a terror you would not believe 
Leaving the people to disease 
And hunger and thirst 
I can only imagine the worse
As I hear the stories out of the Strip 
And soldiers as they equip
Themselves with weapons of war
Because they think they know what it’s for 
But when you look in their eyes do you see spirit 
And when a bomb drops and a child screams do you hear it
In the midnight of everyday 
Is it that you want a people to go away
And we were the Irish problem 
But somehow we were able to resolve them 
And for now, at least
A tenuous peace 
Holds in the dismantling 
Of the broken wing
At the heart of the tale 
Of how we are not up for sale 
And the people of the land 
Understand 
What it means to be driven home 
In a car all alone 
Thinking of a fellow kin 
And what they are doing to them
Under the guise of justification 
Saying we need an education 
In the politics of the Middle East 
Well I do and it’s the least
Thing I need to know it’s wrong 
When the materially strong
Use their force to betray
Everything in them that would say 
This is just not right 
What’s it like to be awake in Gaza tonight?

The Courage To Speak

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He has the courage to speak 
And it makes me weak
To see a man in the stars
Behind prison bars 
That are self explanatory 
And this is a war so planetary 
As it drags the dust and the water 
Upon every son and every daughter
Of Palestine 
That the shame should be mine
For losing this on my watch 
I just stare at the clock 
Every morning and hope that he 
Has weathered the storm that we 
Are safe from here in Éire 
It’s not fair 
That you should have to suffer 
And you may love Her
But you shouldn’t have to entertain 
This kind of rain 
In this season 
And there is no reason 
This is happening but that 
Some people did something they can’t take back 
And the wrath
Ensues
What the god of men does when it cannot pay its dues
It says what it does not know 
And it holds on when it should’ve let go 
Long ago 
And I just sit and stare 
And pray that you’re still there
Behind a screen 
Here’s to you and the scream 
That pierces the night 
I guess there is no good fight

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Inaction And Powerlessness

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Motaz Azaiza 
I believe ya 
When you say that we will do nothing
I crave to turn motion into something
To call on the sea, to call on the tide
To leave you alive
Because you are not just a number
And people are dying of hunger 
In the Gaza Strip
Meanwhile some men equip
Themselves with guns
Someone’s daughters, someone’s sons
And we are the ones
With our hands on the triggers because we pay
For people to get blown away
Whether in silence or in voice
Every movement is a choice
And I want to you to know you’re not alone
Though I only have a phone
To talk to you through 
But I wanted to
Say that I will do all in my power
To make sure that no other tower
Is blown to pieces and knocked to the ground
While children scream and hide from the sound 
As the rubble hides bodies brutalised
And you may be less than human in their eyes
But the light that lights you up
Is more than enough for me, love
Please don’t let the dark encounter
The vulnerable who want you 
To just let them be
In my heart and soul Palestine is already free

From The River To The Sea

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They chant the verse 
And I rehearse
For my own tune to own
My, how the flowers have grown
On this land
Where the empty sand
Used to hold the bones
And the stones 
Of what once were homes
Of those who emigrated 
Or died in the peat bogs evacuated
And they call it An Ghorta Mhor 
But let me whisper to you, a stór 
That it was a genocide
As they starved the ones who died
Just so they could export their grain
Grown on a ground green with rain
And the invisible hand
Of economics understand
That you cannot intervene 
Or you will shatter the dream 
That says that individuality
Brings about the best reality
And is a self balancing axis 
Now, we’re watching equivocation pay our taxes
And export our problems to a foreign scene 
And there may no longer be a queen
Who says who gets to live or die 
But Elizabeth nodded her head to those who cry
In memory of those slain
Do you think that I forget the pain
Just because I’m young and free
And no one has ever harmed me 
In the way that is described 
By the history books I pried 
From my own fingers, harrowed to the core
And it’s not happening anymore
Here
But I fear
That a child bombed by the IDF 
Has no chance to call for the ref
To call an end to the game
Coz the sides aren’t level and if it’s all the same
I’d rather not watch the slaughter
Of someone’s son or daughter
To satisfy regality
I’ve had enough of that to destroy me 
Being Irish on Celtic soil
There were years I felt my blood boil 
At the memory of what had been done
Now I am the one
Who can speak up to say
This is not okay
And if you make rubble out of homes
You poison your own stones
As they’re thrown into the pit
It’s not something I can sit with 
And just say it’s the way things are
We are all warmed by the same star 
And it heats every grain of sand 
It is not limited to the realm of man 
But to all of God’s creatures
To the expression of nature’s features 
As it turns on us to express
That we cannot suppress
The sacred feminine within
Just to satisfy the man that would win
The war
You want a reason but what for?

My Studies

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I wanted to be ready when the time came
So I studied hard and made my name 
On the college scene 
As someone who knows how to dream 
And I did business studies then politics
International relations to call it quits
And I only did so so
But I’m not here to excel in what you want me to know
I want to know the frame of mind
That means we can leave 80% behind 
When we talk about the global north
And we dream of sipping tea on our front porch
Without realising the claim to land 
Is something the poor can’t understand 
Coz farmers in India barely survive
And many don’t want to be alive
At the subsistence rate
Save the kids from the parents fate
Is what they state 
When asked in a questionnaire 
And I know it isn’t fair
But isn’t that just life, they say
But what if it doesn’t have to be that way
I see another path
One where God’s wrath
Is not the standard bearer 
And no carer 
Goes unpaid 
Just so that girl “slayed”
In an instagram post
But you look like you’ve seen a ghost
But maybe it’s just the starving frame
Of a child in Africa - always the same 
Isn’t it
And your quick wit
Won’t absolve you from 
The privilege you’re holding wrong 
So I must write to make it okay
And who will listen to what I have to say
If I say it on my own 
But the colours that the prism has thrown 
Has shown 
Me that there is another might
Than the dark of night 
And that a dawn to break 
Is the place where the people wake 
And see that their brother is their friend
And their neighbour must make amends 
With who he’s come to be
And every child is born free
To a woman in our history 
Or a non binary folk 
Must we make the weak carry the yoke 
And pull the weight up the hill
Does a country have the right to kill 
Its own citizens or its enemies in fields
In martial arts the one who yields 
Is the one who the wind blows with 
And the flow is not something that can stick 
To the pan when you’re flipping eggs
Don’t say that we’ve made our beds

The Complicity

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I can’t stand in complicity
Then say I stand for humanity
Because I give money to charity
For people in foreign lands
Who land has turned to sands
But I cannot countenance the destruction
Of a Western aided genocide
And just go along for the ride
That is sold to us on TV
That to defend yourself is the right of the free
And that terrorism
Is the great schism 
Of our times
And war crimes
Can go unnoticed
Because we have voted
These people in 
And the one who win
Has the right to say
That it is okay 
To drop tonnes of dynamite 
On people who have no way to fight
Back and protect what they own
But the seeds have been sown
By colonial occupation
And you cannot just change the station
And pretend it is not happening 
Whether you are left or right wing
Because you are uneducated 
Get a phone and erase what you’ve stated
And find a way to bridge the gap
If you don’t know the way then find a map
And don’t believe the lines of paper
That would tell you you have to hate her
For love to be real
Is colonialism another word for steal?

The Wonder And The Dance

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There is wonder in the dance
And you think about a second chance
To do everything over
But would you take it if you didn’t know her
And had to live the death again 
The taking away of women and men 
And I know I may be traumatised
By a past life where people died
Beyond my control 
And there is a shake, rattle and roll 
That soothes my soul 
Like an old car on the way to the Mega Bowl 
To celebrate a birthday or two
Eleven years old and walking with you
Into our teens 
And all the screams 
Fall silent sometimes 
There was horror in this childhood of mine
As I lay in my bed and dreamed
Then woke up paralysed and screamed
And ran out of the doors 
Into the light and love implores
Me to just take it easy
But I’ve never been so breeze
As I was at twenty two
Just after discovering you
And the lightness held 
In the depths that weld 
Themselves to my heart 
I know it’s about the taking part 
But somehow I’ve always wanted to win
The prize, the guys, the loyalty of him 
But it doesn’t work that way
And all I can really say
Is that the writing has called me since I was yay high 
And I know the people die
In foreign lands 
At the hands 
Of those who claim to be just
And broken dust 
Falls like paper burnt to cinders 
Ashen and my fingers limber 
Yearn to call them out 
Like darkness in my own self doubt
Is the world on a turning point to see
That good can be bad when it isn’t me 
And I would never do you wrong
But when people belong
To a tribe and dwell
They can inflict all kinds of hell
On those who have no way to defend 
The hearts that break only to mend
Themselves in solid steel
Can you blame the way they feel 
When they suffer in the rubble
And the ground shakes to signal trouble 
In the outer sphere 
If your compassion doesn’t extend to fear
Then is it real 
And can I heal 
And be the wholeness to embrace
The people that the pain deface
And I watch his eyes
As a child cries 
Before his lens 
Is it too late to make amends 
And ask for a ceasefire to be held 
I know the North of Ireland well
And somehow it has been a fragile peace
Not watching another youth decease
In the wreckage of flame 
Everyone has a name 
That they go by
To their loved ones and the lie
Is that there is no way to be 
When you’re running from history

The Midnight Repose

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There is a midnight repose
Somewhere in the path I chose
And it is the end of many roads
But somehow the water just flows
And lets me know, lets me see
That somehow it is not just me 
In this fragile boat on water
That in depth for God’s daughter
There is a Son
And he lets me know he is the one 
Who has come to save my soul 
So though the boat may rock and roll
The fear cannot overturn me
Nor the fire burn me 
In the winter time 
Or the subterfuge that is mine
As I lie in wait
And let go of all the hate
That has fuelled my indecision
Oh, the memory of the derision
Of being fourteen years old
Of being weak and being told 
While the war planes bomb Iraq
Into an oblivion they cannot take back
Now the drone hover over Gaza
While it is snowing at the plaza
And people skate and people drink
But do you ever stop to think
What if it was you
Who had nothing to do 
But watch the tearing force of stains
And phosphorous in the rains

The Starship On The Edge Of Space

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She came so close to me 
It was like intimacy
But then she pulled the starship out 
And I don’t know then what I am about
As I share a secret too
We’re walking and I watch you
Spill the beans on me 
As I look back infinitely 
On who I thought I was 
Now I see see that all the loss
Was just a replicate
Of me in another life or state
And I had found him in the mirror
But it clears and I don’t see her
In the picture so I run
You’re all up for the fun
But I can’t trade a sunny day
For the ability to read the sacred way
Of the storms that come to bear
Can you really not see the fabric tear
As time accelerates
And we rapidly lose our estates
To the landlords they install
I leave so I answer the call
And the land knows what I am 
Generational trauma on the sand
And the wind blows through my hair 
As if it knows that I am there 
To take back all that they did to us
But I”m looking through windows like broken trust
At the situation in the Gaza Strip 
And the warlords they equip 
With weapons to rain down hell
On children who won’t live to tell
The story of the loss they bear
I see their still questing stare
Looking for someone to bear the brunt
Of what’s become a PR stunt
And a lesson in optics there 
I wish I could make them care
About the lives that they ruin
I don’t think they know what they’re doing 
When they press the button, go
It’s Christmas and there is no snow
In the land where Christ was born
It’s rubble that drifts toward the war torn

Have They No Mercy

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I don’t know where to start
But I know I am all heart
As I wear it on my sleeve
Quite literally, like you wouldn’t believe 
And it may be silver and gold
But there are a thousand stories never told
Like him leaving me in the ashes
Of the realm where the fire clashes
With the ice of cold that reign 
And they’re at it again
And there’s nothing that I can do
Except to write the stories of you
As you click another scene 
And it is like some kind of bad dream 
We are all living in 
And there is all manner of sin
That goes unreported 
How I wish this mission was aborted 
In its infancy
Not like the flesh and blood of illiteracy
That I read between the lines on his face
And it is a fucking disgrace
To think this could go on
And I have been silent for so long
But something calls my voice to speak 
And it’s not just because I’m weak 
That I dare to try
To cross the line of why
As the children cry
And I watch them all die
Through the pixels on a screen 
Do you hear the people scream 
When you go to sleep at night
And, no, it is not alright 
To just let it go
For the sake of spirituality and what you know 
Is right to be 
There is action that I can see
Moving the rope so taut 
Into a line where what’s sold is bought
By those who need it most
I type these keys like a ghost 
Who must haunt the halls of power 
Because they do not make me cower 
In fear and shaking skin
I just think of my love for Him 
And how He faced down the dark
And his hands bear the mark 
Of long ago in Palestine 
Now we’re living the modern day war crime
That sears the skin of children free
And if it was up to me 
I would break every gun 
But they say that everyone
Must tow the same line 
And it’s happening another time 
To crack the glass sphere 
Of the globe that, I swear, 
Has better in it to show 
But if you looked at the thing you wouldn’t know

The War Torn Grief

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The door slammed shut on another season
And there was loss without reason
As I pray for foreign press
And the wounds that they address
With just a camera and a connection
They get by with just our rejection
As we deny their pain
Shower them with acid rain
Or get lost in apathy
But those things will come back to me
If I don’t meet them where they are
And every foreign star
Was once a child of light
Now they’re bathed in the dark of night
As though floating in outer space
Is this the best the human race
Has to offer itself 
And they say that wealth
Can inoculate a person from greed
Because they have everything they need
But that’s not how it works, is it 
It’s the ones with the worst to deal with 
Who seem to have the most to give
And the aggressors won’t let anyone live
But stand in the shadows and execute
The plans they hold to keep silence mute 
And deaf and dumb to all their crimes
We’ve seen it before a thousand times
But I watch as they document 
Someone telling a child where their mother went 
In the midst of bombs 
And it only takes so long 
For a seed to grow
But it takes a lifetime to knock it, you know
And somehow in the summer sun
We will realise that we are all one
And what we do to another will reverberate 
As we keep each other in the state 
Of destruction and war torn grief
When will there be relief?

What Can I Do?

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What can I do?
I ask God 
Because these children 
Don’t know nothing but the rod
That they’ve been struck with
And you can call me a bitch
But I must stand up for 
These people that I adore 
And the innocent always suffer the most
Watch love evaporate and the ghost
Of what I was seems to stalk my days
And they’re all ingenious power plays 
To strike the match
But she can’t get her back
And I know the pain
Of the rain
That flows from grief
And there’s rivers that run from her disbelief
That all could be taken
I pray that she will waken
Into the eternal
As the infernal 
Swirls around the land 
And the sand 
Won’t remember the love 
That once made it soil
Now the youth simply toil
In a land where the 50% 
Must live in a place where it all went
How could hell be heaven sent? 
If that’s your rationalisation
As the education
Just burns 
And somehow the world still turns 
Like it’s no big deal
And the saddest illusion is still real
In the minds of those
Whose feet must walk the roads
Now that they’ve been expelled 
But we just sigh and wish them well
With the buttons on our screen
I pray the peril isn’t all it may seem