#iambleeding

we are in bed, you hold me

i am your favourite memory

i keep you up with the wounds of my past,

you salve them with the worries of yours.

we talk of the world,

two lost souls

under the cold rainy night,

you whisper, rest.

i cry, you play with my feet,

nostalgia. it's been a year.

i still see your face in the rough drafts

of all my sad poems

you have a new favourite.

i am lost. you were my anchor

my home

Almost 30'000

Sorrow rings waving flags we held, high with courage.

Pride for something besides our selves.

As armies March to slaughter generations, of a state.

Mothers, daughters, sons, fathers. Babies and grandparents. Doctors, pilots, journalists.

The horror and mutilation done by the Israel army

And the sick hands of the US feeding money to fund this "war"

We've known how dirty, and messed up everything has always been done by the people in charge.

Are you really that uninvested in your impact to this world. You can change absolutely anything, with enough effort and enough people. And enough care.

So do your part, realize this isn't right. And quit pretending genocide is normal.