A dictator fallsComments closed
while IDF drones
continue to target
young children.
Closer to home,
the cold arrives late,
and a young mother I knew
ten years ago,
dies of TB
and caste.
Poems about the dark times.
-Delhi, November 29, 2024Comments closed
UN conventions aim to restrain all genocide–
but committees and courts have failed to tame this genocide.
Who targets hospitals, children and schools in Palestine?
The IDF’s AI is specially trained for genocide.
Long-ago kings displayed rebel heads in town squares;
now soldiers post reels; they entertain with genocide.
Endless photos of violence and death, says Joe Sacco,
…no human can process the horror and pain of genocide.
And how do our leaders show their support for Israel?
Permission Denied for protests that name this genocide.
American liberals dread Donald Trump; they forget
Biden provided the bombs that sustain this genocide.
Dust and smoke paint our evening sky gray in New Delhi;
at sunset in Gaza, the sky bears the stain of genocide.
I heard you wake shaking again before dawn, my love–
was it your past–or the faraway flames of genocide?
Look in the mirror, what do you see, Hamraaz?
I’ve failed, we’ve failed, we live with the shame of genocide.
-Kotla Mubarakpur, November, 2023 I won’t comment on the moon, or the way the chemist shops were bathed in neon light– forget the smoke and dust, forget the swerving bikes– you took my hand that night. Today I woke at dawn, choking back a sob, you looked at me, worried. I told you, I was fine but did not tell you this: I’d dreamt I’d been buried– and yes, it’s true, I’m fine– I can stand and breathe, but also, I can see– buried friends will haunt all our dreams until Palestine is free.Comments closed