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He puts his weapon in
The hall
Squeezing his little one
So tightly that tears
Begin to fall
He puts his weapon in the hall
Goes to his wife
Who is quivering with
Anticipation
He puts his weapon in the hall
Smiles and tears
rain down on hi...
Wednesday 13th August 2025 1:21 pm
Cheering On Your Genocide
Every time I let the tap run, I feel guilty
Every time I fill my belly, I turn away from the screen.
Every time the key clicks to my door, I can open and walk around.
But you and yours are raised to the ground.
No guilt from those who cheer on your genocide.
Monday 9th June 2025 7:01 pm
Everyday someone is Killed on your street...
Everyday someone is Killed on your street. . .
No one says or does anything to help . . .
It’s not your street. . .
But everyday someone is killed on a Gaza Street
A human being just like you and me
Monday 12th May 2025 3:50 pm
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