Plundered Asunder
3 min readOct 16, 2023
The Israeli Palestinian Goose is Cooked
Like a flock of geese flying away in a gangle of pity
Sadness is overhead trying to wring a tear.
Cruelties tair us up in weight.
Like the drake who. does not lead the flock
Flying as if change is not upon the planet
The center does not hold
Do you think all we have to do is flight — Or fight??
Is that really how to spend the end of days?
Condemning the victims of apartheid for so many many years.
Upholding the perpetrators / the very ones once held in ghettos
To do the same to others
Eons upon unholy time out of mind .
Who is who?
Ive been noticing my flights of inner dialogue
The outer delivery of my stream of consciousness
