It’s this star, scintillating, that lights your creation.
Whose loss is it – the fall of Man? Is it yours or mine?

"This tendency emerges again and again
as long as its victims stay hidebound."

But they don't know
If my fingers are cut
My eyelashes will write on the paper
And if they make me mute
My silence will scream.

Companionship must be savory
It must be nice to sit idly and talk
Of simply nothing
To the tune of beetles chirping,
Lilacs blooming,
Night darkening, moon gathering.

but as long as he is going to finish
his mater's dirty job of bombing.
He is ok because he is brown. He can stick around.

In our Diaspora, we flick the channels
Hoping to hear more of the plight of Gazans
On other newscasts. Instead we see Oprah
Promoting the cause of homeless dogs

You have weapons of mass-destruction
Including
International Propaganda Machinery

"If you look close enough,
If you look deep enough
Into the waters of the Sea
Natives say you can see"