Genocide reparations
nations sitting, watching,
doing nothing save for lectures,
so they “unionized” under various acronyms,
arbitrarily stepping in,
sending heartfelt prayers to the others.
the murder of multiple millions ignored,
South Africa, Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Ethiopia, Tibet, Taiwan, the American expansion, British imperialism, Israel, Palestine, Pakistan, Iran, Russia, Afghanistan, Japan, and more, then Holocaust camps ignored and refugees rejected by countries today celebrating their assistance finally to end them ……..
nations claiming ownership of geography,
the most recent flag pierced into the earth declares, “Our land, our flag, always!”
the ancient story hasn’t evolved,
only some weapons added,
jealousy’s rock to the side of the head,
followed by, “who is my brother’s/sister’s keeper?”
genocide is the act of war’s expansion,
killing innocents in the way,
no matter the right’s fist in the air,
no weapons in hand,
is willful murder of those in the way.
The Serpent blamed Yahweh for not informing sufficiently our first species.
Ish, blames Yahweh, and Isha, “You gave me her, she gave me the fruit.”
Isha, blames, why she ate, and shared with Ish, “The Serpent tricked me.”
genocide reparations,
not found in excuses for
impressionist painting.
turning one’s own cheek,
not the same when watching
another’s be ripped off.
voyeurism is collaborative.
I love you, what does this mean?
I love my children, grandchildren, godchildren. What does this mean?
Do I extend this love to everyone’s children, grandchildren, godchildren?
Here we may, again,
“stroll together in the cool morning, in the garden.”
the stench was of my a hatred
soils her young child
she barely is able to hold on
to this beloved one, now dead
a fist rises in the crowd,
crying out, "One more blasted --
victory!"
her tears drip down and stain
"Why? -- This poor one may
have grown up and killed you!"
the furor of the crowd is quieted
though their love of the sullen,
like clasped fingers of the fist,
is not easily pried free
she looks down, now
through swollen lids, and
screams, "This in not my child!"
yet, she does not release the beloved one.
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