By Hassen Lorgat
Poems that bark against the rightwing current
Run hoarse
the thirsty cries for peace
The slow flotilla of spit swallows the message
Now Matters little as the very alphabet is eaten up
From G, to A, to Z and back to A
My tongue bleeds and will not speak again
Until those with their erasers are stopped
Poems are caught in cross fire near Al Mawasi, Rafa
Displaced and nowhere to go
Even a decent burial
…is now a luxury
But not to act is to act
And not to speak is to speak
The poet must read the room
If only to witness
As sly diplomats give cover to a genocide
Whilst the pencils bleeds