THIS IS NOT WAR

This is not war. This is genocide.

There were never two equal sides.

They dig through rubble for their family

While you bury their history under lies.

Have you forgotten?

The only thing their bare hands cannot dig up is your moral compass.

When your children are counting stars

And their children have to count their dead.

Your rockets may have destroyed their homes

But haven't shaken their fath.

Does it make your bones tremble

The power of their prostration?

When your youth are chanting for death.

And their youth are chanting for freedom.