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The way of the universe
Each day, each month, each minute, each year.
Palestine continues to live
In confined spaces
Camps in Trans-jourdan. Beirut.
Dying starving, living in squalor
They do not speak. They are silenced
They are killed. Voices are silent
Hearing aids silenced of the images of death.
We hear about Putin, his lovers, his illness, his hiding places.
In the Ukraine we hear of men lying in trenches
Dead. Just like Serbia, Sarajevo
Hearing aids silenced.
Journalist mike’s up, put their battle shields on.
Jenin under siege, in Palestine.
We do not fight; we do not speak. We do not challenge.
No one says anything. No one speaks.
Hearing aids silenced to the rape starvations. Deaths.
Children as martyrs. The west laughs. As they switch off their hearing aids.
Who was she that her body is attacked?
Her body had a journalist shield on it
Still, she was bombed, gunned down, attacked
There is too much silence here
Too much of not saying boo
As the Bedouins roamed, for two thousand years.
Hearing aids turned off as their bodies lay splattered at the doorways to their homes
From city to city and village to Pillage
They lived in the ancestors’
Beautiful gentle people, harmless to the universe
Easy to be killed, tortured, denied human rights.
As the hearing aids turned off
A war arose, they took Transjordan the Golan heights
Human rights say to return.
Oh, its anti-semitic
Adopted by the Europeans in the 1800s
Time takes a cigarette
Puffs on the tobacco
When nothing else matters
It speaks. Turned hearing aids on in a victory of blood and lifeless bones
Civil war in Lebanon out of smouldering Images.
Who was fighting, was it against love,
Religion or western intolerances
As the voices argued
Who is right? or justification as the bullies often do?
Murdered in cold blood
Labouring images night after night
Who turned the hearing aids off?
What is normal.
That we can kill journalists and our leaders are silent
That cholera in Yemen is the worst it’s ever been we sleep on by
Aborigines die in custody we turn a blind eye
Our earth is dying and politicians turn off their hearing aides
Can we arise, out of ashes
Out of battles, torture rape and pillage
To see the sunrise. The harm the hurt
The intolerance brought on by letting truth go through to the keepers
Wars kill, turn on the hearing aides
Listen to the
Rising sun as the sun sets in the west.