21.v.21
506
2.138
a great
victory
sixty seven
children dead
these murders
(nothing personal
twenty to one, who’ll take those odds?)
a great victory
count in corpses, if you can
count in rubble
count martyrs
smug, without a mandate but
take out the infrastructure for telling
make the struggle eternal
still the world stays tuned
everyone’s the little guy here
announce it with fire from the sky
the coffins of the children
the children surviving in fear
no food, no roof, no safe water
the hole where the home was
where the parents were
and some are still living in a bible
or some other nightmare
after all these years
beyond hope
who deserves
a surgical excision?
…and entertainment too
take out the tunnels
humans are shield
twenty to one
for how many generations?
people with nothing may dare
twenty to one
they know, they do
do you think the defeated are stupid
to stand up again?
sins of the fathers
here’s visiting upon
let the world see hear feel
no inch of anything ceded
but the soul
the sixty seven kids gone
and the settlement goes on
like any euphemism
cut the head off the beast
drive them into the sea
there’s always a bigger bully
this is how victims can do no wrong
yes, these are war crimes
here’s politics by distraction
and war is a crime as well
all for peace and security
ask where are the weapons from
please tell me which nation
wasn’t stolen
please tell me which nation
wasn’t just a bad idea
and what do kids know?
hunger and hatred
so we, so far off
own this too
here of rote empire
once voted this
and now
we close our eyes
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