Tag "séamas carraher"
Back to homepage“Death” – A Rehearsal? On an old message from Gaza
Motaz Azaiza writes / “you are all [fucking] useless / without shame watching us getting / killed one by one / will wait my turn to be killed by Israel / and believe me you are gonna do / nothing” / it is worth / repeating / over and over / over & over & over
Read More“Holocaust”?
This not-Jew Zionist in my clothes-closet / asks: what business is this of mine / to concern myself / with nakhba and ethnic-cleansing, /with the cruel crimes of empire / no longer “holocaust” nor “shoah”
Read MoreFor the [now countless] Dead of Gaza
And the news tells me, now, / another 436 slaughtered / by the Zionist killing machine, / by the American shells and / the German bullets / and the laughter of a Von-der-Leyen / in their many bloodstained-bunkers
Read MoreWelcome, 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
Read MoreAn End – to – Empire
There is no end in sight to/ this endless night./ No end to the death of children./ They die singly and in multitudes/ in languages such as Arabic, Mayan, Malay, Irish, Tibetan, Palestinian,/ Kurdish…/ They die in poverty while the / powerful climb higher and higher/ on their mountains of greed / and garbage
Read More“Thieves” and “Murderers” (Whitewashing War Crimes)
There is no time now to write books. / No time to bury our dead. / Our world has had its tongue castrated / by those in power, / its humanity ethnically cleansed, / cruelty is now “reasonable”, “realistic”, “rational””, / its war only massacre and genocide / in the name of peacekeeping
Read MoreNetanayahu’s Amalek. A “love” poem for Israel
If we could but reach / out enormous arms like / wings that reach horizon’s / end and far farther beyond / all hurt and everywhere / embrace each single one / before the bare-naked bombs. A poem by Séamas Carraher
Read MoreKATYUSHA – A “love” poem for Gaza
“Katy”, I said, (if that is your name) / “why do we make war and not love /any more?”/“Go ask the Generals. / Go ask the Politicians in their /well-dressed suit-and-lies./Go ask the Money and its Masters,/their insane industry of profit and pain.”
Read More(Our) HISTORY (is Theirs), (Their) STORY (is Ours). For all refugees and those who seek asylum
for soon we will live / in a century / where they will suspend / all poets and preachers /from street-lights and the /television of crucifixions / like heretics once lit / with a bonfire of books
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