Journal entry- Nov.14.2023
They bomb them, pretend they’re nice
When the cameras are on, they know what they do, the lies that they spew, they send their armies to bomb all of Palestine, they call them all bombers Jihadist monsters, they call them what they call them all, I’m no longer afraid of the fall, children saying” Allah is with me” whilst covered in debris, Fathers without a family adopting orphaned babies, mothers martyred protecting their young, yet their faith remains, yet they overcome, How can I be afraid when even the babes are brave?, How can I stand still when that’s all they wish for? The breeze smells like phosphorus burnt bodies, they’re afraid of the sky, when it’s not gray and smoky, it sounds like jets, and missing children, sobbing mothers, men rumbling under the rubble, it sounds like genocide, displaced by the thousands, the elderly, the bereaved, hours of walking airs hard to breathe, there’s no time for mourning, new tragedy new day, no time to wallow, new despair more faith
There’s a resilience in their spirits a hope in their faith, despite bombs falling from the sky their faith remains, Bethlehem sees fire, the holy land in ruins, what could inspire such destruction?, Silent governments, Zionist, pleas 1.5 million forced to flee, they bombed them on their way south, no food, water, or electricity, they want them in the desert where no one could hear their screams, I stare at my screen, made out of Colton and cobalt, the product of another genocide, wishing I could do more, wishing I could save their lives
Journal- November 14, 2023, 7:59 PM
