Takeover (Free Palestine)
takeover
The frontier, to appear that we know best, the West version of distress, inflicting years of occupation, segregation, later, “emancipation”, while still keeping your exceptionalism true, to enact laws of one race rule to those whom you say not have a clue, but they do. They watched as you marched across their land and stand, with a ruling fist that proclaimed, this hand of land is ours, it says so in our text, let’s conquer and divide, and lay these savages to rest. The line between savage and Holy, the new frontier of Zionist sully of anything in the way. From years of oppression, your lesson not learned, because your chosen land of people, redemption they yearned, taken out on so-called evil, so-called “people” of an uncivilized land, while you stand grand, proclaiming that you’re the one true democracy of the Middle East, while your actions defile and showcase genocidal intent paralleled to the Congolese, the leasts. While you feast upon the feats of Western democracy, unruly hypocrisy, horrific atrocities. To stand to say that your neighbors are less than martyrs because that distinction requires they be human.
From millions of deaths, souls put to rest because of the branding as unequal, culture gone in an upheaval, to marching land, just like Columbus, to a world where the savage run rampant, where their voices would be dampened. Bulldozing humanity, part insanity, of a people who too were human. Guards with weapons, children in sections, of a hell you created to prevent history be restated, because the books are written by the victorious, whose name would be glorious, and enshrined in the minds of those made blind, to the oppression of evil obsession to re-do the pain inflicted unto you.
Children cry, adults cry, families say goodbye, to a part of a world they once knew, to them was always controlled by you. Buildings fly, hallways fly, your actions imply that you yearn for ethnostate, while people you exonerate for crimes of mass murder, are enshrined in statues to solidify your firmer, grip on control, control of the savage, whose communities you destroyed, whose homes you ravaged. Children die, children die, while you sigh at the thought of being referred as apartheid state, while you spew the same rhetoric of hate, that Hitler’s regime would create, that your nation is great, and needs kept pure, that killing of others and force would ensure.
The line between sovereignty and poverty create a line of punitive action, to create factions of right-wing zealots who want the feeling of power, and the right to devour, Muslim faith, who needs no wait to lead them to their fate. Checkpoints ensure that your government endures, military lures the allure of freedom, while martyrs galore, bodies fallen to the floor. You claim terrorists while occupying homeland, sectioning into 3, then destroying history so the rest can’t see, the imputative nature of your despotic rule.
As we takeover, 135 homes in the Old City, we figure a world with just “we” would be more fitting, after enduring documented atrocity of man, we plan to do it again. You will not replace us, as the Palestinian people just want their land, spewing the same hatred of those who despise you, to the same hate that right arms were rised to, that Jews were displaced to, Blacks were erased to, cracks in the base of the plans to degrade and erase a generation of dissenters, for you to turn your back to justice and turn into Xenophobic presenters, of a world of misery.
You strike the hospitals, children running through the streets, while their arms appear dark red where they have to play dead. You strike the playgrounds, where children no longer play, instead their days filled with body decay. You strike the homes, where families comb through the rubble of drywall, enthralled by the horrific sight of seeing your child’s height, 6 feet below the ground, where the songs of life sing, the difference between buying and selling apartments, to buying and selling hope, to Palestinians who have to cope with the loss of reality, no sense of regard for legality, of the destruction of a Nation, while leaders negate the severity of genocide taking the Iron Fist winner side, of a government of evil who want to destroy and deploy plans of upheaval.
You employ tactics to try and raise empathy while lacking the sympathy to realize the horror of the drums of death, the sounds of fear, the blood that smears, the violence that rears, itself into the back of a child’s ears. You dehumanize a population of innocent souls, for your own intended goals to seek vengeance for haunting past, where Jews came last. Juxtaposing your actions with the faction of 3rd Riech, a fraction of population turned majority overnight, asking Natives to flight, into a cell of control, a chamber of War, from shore to shore, of occupation galore, of soldiers who bore, Guns for fear so you can steer, innocent souls to make your message more clear that, “this is a takeover” a makeover of space, so we can fill your Holy place, with propaganda for victorious triumph, while understating the lives you ruined to proudly declare your defeat of Goliath and end of nightmare; willingly opening the book to foundations shook, to the building of Islamic existence, of human resistance, and the graves of lives who were caught in the crossfire, unleashing the beast of propagation of least, while filling the streets while fleets of human bodies covered in sheets.
Please consider because the only option is for despotic rule to cease, not just fire but to announce the dire situation of humans just like you and me, so please, please, please, call for an end to murder, an end to atrocity, to stop evil in its tracks of all its ferocity, for you Netanyahu, to swallow a pill of the foundations of violence, and your continued silence of the Palestinian people, and for you to listen, to the officials calling your mess, the ideas they stress, that the situation in Gaza is a production of war crime, political grime, and enshrine, of the echos of monstrous death. I ask, that you take off the blindfold and hold, the body count of civilians, the displacement of millions, and reflect on your ignorance and harsh belligerence, and understand those whose beliefs are the difference between life and death, who breathe their last breath, at the hands of missiles and bullets, and to humanize them, instead of euphemize them, and end your battle with revenge, avenge them not,
for you Mister. Prime Minister.
I find the scenes in Gaza to be deeply disturbing, and I find the actions of the Zionist regime to be ironic. The Holocaust was a terrible tragedy and is a horrifying glimpse into what happens when rulers preach Ethnostate and reek of hateful rhetoric. What is unfolding in Gaza is the culmination of years of Zionist rath at the expense of the Palestinian people, who are not inherently savage or terrorists. Oct. 7th was the climax event of a century-long struggle for equality. Many Palestinians refer to the Israeli occupation, originally in Area C, now throughout nearly all of Gaza, as an apartheid state. This piece was inspired by Ta-Neshi Coates’s “Message” and is my commentary on a deeply disturbing everlasting loop of violence in Gaza. Free Palestine.
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