A dictator falls 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.
A dictator falls 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.
-Delhi, November 29, 2024UN 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…
Stacked on the back of his cycle,three shiny slabs of iceare melting before my eyes–how many friends will we losebefore rains bring relieffrom this killing heat?Meanwhile children in Rafahare burning in tents and schools–we must uncover our eyes, grieve and…
The Delhi air turned cool, so we set out into the night; we argued about the future– you said, I was too optimistic. The G20-potted-plants were wilting or already dead; we cursed our leaders and wondered if curses were now…