New World Ethics #2 Poem by Mehdi Chith

relay my thoughts like pen to paper, illustrate the perspective through my mind's eye. Hope is in a little seed, young martyrs take heed, coalition absent, you pay to make them bleed. The innocence of age, whether you're a mother or a father, a child or a soldier, you're still on the same page. They drop bombs as if the civilians were the real threat in the zone, to the longevity of the illegal settlements placed upon destroyed homes, indiscriminate in their actions, this is not warfare, genocide, you decide if homicide of the innocent, check points, blockades, starvation, indiscriminate. They oppress the people yet they cannot suppress the idea, of a land once shared, and the rights once adhered. The resistance will continue for we are the same by blood and to wither away in front of our oppressors is against our nature despite the CNN or BBC dub, of their devilish pro-Israeli bias, attempting to justify the infanticide unraveling before our eyes, this is not a war on Hamas, this is an ethnic cleansing in disguise. So hear me now and justify in your defense, how hypercritical is is to receive reparations committed against your people, only to turn around to do the same exact same thing.