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Making Money from War
We stand at the edge of a fucking Abyss. Its rabble-rousing smoke / silently sucking the oxygen from already crucified lungs. Like lemmings, / a hundred million motherless soldiers, our long-lost brothers and sisters, / (your own sons and daughters, comrades and neighbours), must soon step / out into desolate space – A poem by Séamas Carraher
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Every Time the News from Gaza
and peace falls from / its harmless crutches / outside the blood-stained ruins / of one more Palestinian or
Lebanese hospital… A poem by Séamas Carraher
Gaza ‘CEASEFIRE’? “Death, in Slow Motion” or…“Happy” “New” Year, Gaza…
and now, and here, where / “even getting one loaf of bread into Gaza” / must change / “the whole of the geopolitical order.”/ Enough! Basta! / Even the silenced corpse complains
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This Fascist Inside of Me
Once we were asked / who are these criminals, you speak of? / But, look, already they are fading / into the forgetfulness of the fire/ for we have buried our own / hearts and minds / in the loneliness of this belonging, / burned our own homelands, / broken everything down / to the boneless bone./ and all that is left now/ is their fascist inside of me
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STARVATION
“Many new tyrants keep a copy of Mein Kampf in their drawer; it could still come in handy, maybe [NOW] with some adjustments or the substitution of some names.” ( Primo Levi, 1986)
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Welcome, to The Age of the Lie
This, then, was the news today. / It falls like a missile / over the heads of / innocent babies. / No one else is innocent. /Not you nor me. /Not the dead young men they call martyrs, /not the massacred men and the mutilated men
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