Dismantling a Monstrosity
That so-called open-air prison?
That has always been a massive open air theatre
full of actors
Back-to-back
wall-to-wall
pretension
There is no apartheid
or occupation
No walls
fences
or barbed wire
No checkpoints or quagmire
It’s a hologram
A total sham
They live from our money
In the land of milk and honey
We gave them their bit
of our space
within which they can
roam and fester
The Strip near the Sea
A quarter in The East
And a bank in The West
Behaving like court jesters
they are
Feral creatures
Ungrateful savages
Those images?
Fake.
Fake blood
Fake babies
Fake children
Fake parents
Pictures and videos all generated by
artificial intelligence
Fake news
Fake wounds
Fake cries
Fake lies!
Fake drones
Fake bones
Fake famine
Fake.
All fake.
Don’t forget.
They are the ones who want us dead
Who want us to live in dread
only to shoot us all in the head…
They started all of this on October se….
…venth Heaven
that was our life before that day
the day they took everything away
Their terrorist leaders telling them all what to say
do
feel
For every Instagram posted reel
Fake corpses
Fake rubble
Fake single
double
triple
the fakeness every minute they are alive
A population of
liars
Fake illness
Fake starvation
Fake fires
The genocide is a lie
The genocide is a lie
The genocide is a lie
There is no genocide
We are the ones suffering and
traumatized
Aren’t we?
Aren’t we?
Of course…
we are…
…with our fourth
largest military
in the world…
…billions of U.S. tax dollars keeping our bellies full…
…free healthcare in the sun…
…infinite social protection…
…endless gallons of clean drinkable water to sip…
Single
double
triple
citizenship…
Freedom of movement…
Freedom to
skip
dance
run
play
practice self-improvement…
Freedom to do what they say…
Freedom to use and abuse our ancestors’ martyrdom…
Freedom to justify blowing them to kingdom come…
Freedom to incarcerate them without charge…
Freedom to
bulldoze
tear down
barge in
move in…
Freedom.
Freedom.
Freedom fries?
Freedom lies?
Our freedom is a lie?
A lie.
How can I ever believe anything I’m ever told for the rest of my life?
What is this place I was born into
on the premise of our safety
due to our unending strife
with our giant knife
against their necks since the 1880s
making the western world look upon us alone with empathy and pity
I have to get out.
Get out!
Get out!
No one is safe here
until we draw the line in the sand and change our behaviour
and get down on our knees and beg for forgiveness
for what we’ve done to your people
without even bearing witness
to it
For putting you through it
We will only get up off of our knees when you say you are ready
Ready
steady
go!
Let’s go!
Come take my hand
Let’s walk into the light
and finally put things right
Who’s with me?
Don’t say no.
Hello?
AN FRAOCH 