Wandering Moon Child

and when lemony snicket wrote ‘i will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them’

and when lemony snicket wrote ‘i will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer’

and when lemony snicket wrote ‘i will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock’

and when lemony snicket wrote ‘i will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes’

and when lemony snicket wrote 'i will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong’

and when lemony snicket wrote 'i will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies’

and when lemony snicket wrote 'i will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and most susceptible of woods’

i can't not post about gaza and bring awareness.

and i can't believe that none of my friends have shared anything, and i'm upset with how little my siblings and mother have.

i've known about isntreal's violent treatment towards palestinians for years. and even back then i was shocked people didn't give a shit or know about it, which wasn't their fault. western media is bullshit propaganda that purposely does not educate... so i was like "ok i can see how you wouldnt know about this."

but now day after day, we are witnessing this ethnic cleansing, while palestininas are living it and for people to say they "don't know much" about it, or they aren't educated enough or blah blah.

you have 0 excuses. people are protesting all over the world, palestinians are sharing what is going on all over social media. students are setting up encampments, people have blocked ships, disrupted political events, set themselves on fire..

you had 0 excuses at the beginning of this and you have even less excuses now at month 6

i am so sick of people being willfully ignorant and playing dumb, just admit you didn't care at the start of this, and you don't care now. your apathy is disgusting. your indifference is vile.

And how the artist drew several pro-Palestine drawings like this one

‘I wish for death’ - Twelve-year-old Alma says. She fled bombing and shelling twice before the third place they sheltered was bombed, She was rescued from the rubble only to find out both her parents and all four of her siblings had been killed. She found her 18-month-old brother in an unimaginable state. Her little brother was beheaded from the rubble after the IOF massacred them.

No matter what the government says

I am black and here, not cowering in the face of fear

Trendy applause means nothing to my ears

Black lives matter at every time and place

Write a poem about a dream that you only kinda remember!

About nightmares, about myths.

It's hard to put words to the page

My subconscious likes to drive me insane

I would tell stories of faded dragons,

Magic and folklore beyond apprehension

Dancing Dino's and mischievous henchmen

But my brain is fuzzy and my stories don't align

I bleed poison. I am filthy and unworthy of life too.

I am a monster unlike those who made me bleed.

They bleed the gold of the deepest mines.

I'm waiting for a plaster to stop the red sea that threatens to drown for all of time.

I'm still bleeding, the knife scrapes bone.

I'm dying, like a rose dyed red.

Faintly, I hear someone scream, "Off with their head!"

Sometimes, I wonder why I'm not dead.

I wet the ashes of home with crimson.

I wonder where this hatred is coming from.

I cry for lost youth, for women and men.

For everyone between that you killed with unjust resentment.

My blood joins the sea, of millions just like me.

Why must you kill without mercy?

Why do you expect sympathy?

Why make ashes of my home?

You scream, "Go away!" but you entered my home.

A marvellous wanderer,

Who explored fields vast and gold

Who does tasks impossible for someone less bold

They are cloaked like the night and just as cold

They bathe in the light of the dying sun or something I'm told

God's grace is blessed with a fierceness in the heart,

"Women should be someone and not something."

A person. Not just a pretty little fling.

A living breathing human being,

Someone who deserves love, not the fear of it fleeting

Someone who has words worth listening,

A purpose worth seeking

Twirling around in white laced dresses,

Laughing with friends and making messes.

Singing and dancing through meadows,

Enjoying girlhood even as widows.

Watching the sun rise and fall through windows,

The sky with colours so bold and true,

Vibrant and beautiful, in all those ways we are too.

Our dresses are damp from dancing in the rain.

Yet he did something that no one else will ever have the courage to replicate.

He burned himself alive to protest against the genocide in Gaza.

The fact that it's a U.S military serving agent who did it finally made a difference.

Because the west could not careless about how many people died in Gaza, for them, they were just numbers.

But when an air force member died because of it, it finally made the news speak out more about it, the issue in Gaza is affecting other countries, not financially or politically, but mentally and emotionnally.

Aaron Bushnell did the unthinkable, and he died, he died swearing to not be part of what the U.S is supporting.

This man's death isn't a light switch you can turn on and off

This man is a warrior, this man is brave

If he just wanted to kill himself - he'd find an easier way.

This man is paving the way for a brighter day