(“Deliberately inflicting conditions of life calculated to destroy a group” —Article ll(c), Genocide Convention
I. The Revolution will Not be televised but you can watch NOW! LIVE in real time
Gen-o- cide
Gen-o- cide
Gen-o- cide
II. The Silence they sell
Not a banner HEADLINE
This is Blood -red dirt
Coughing up bone-splinters
Under the rabid eye of the COLONIZER
A frothing -foaming demonic HUNGER
measuring plots inch by inch
Where a mother’s shrapneled womb crimsons the soil
And becomes her stolen cradle.
Land Grab!
Fences drawn through her blood lines
Deeds scorched and burned on the faces of dead children
A hollow -faced grandma is squatting on a slab of rubble
And grasps one leg of her blown up bed
She raises it high -high above her head: A torch of resistance
And refuses to move as a rain of ash sodomises the air
Military Suited yes men braided by gold on their chests and smiley smiley women polish badges for INVITED PRESS ONLY —-
they are concerned about bias in the media and punk rock bands who lick the smoke from establishment lies
STATIC HISS —-
They call it Access Management
They have a map and a pointer
As they choreograph strategic SLAUGHTER
What did they say when cameras tried to cross
And journalists pleaded to bear witness?
SECURITY RISK-
BOMB!
BOMB!
BOMB!
THE ZONE
Go BACK.
ACCESS DENIED GO HOME!
The tally light on the camera blinks REC:
Mirror.Accuser. Witness.
A bloodied monocle pressed against the Face of Truth
The lens trembles spli-int-ers – slashing the sky
Double Amex points for every grenade and every pre- dawn flight
As kisses dissolve into blood confetti
- G E N- O- C I D E
G is for Guns, holding the grain hostage
E is for every precious head shattered, splattered across the screen
N is for NO EXIT/ NO ENTRY not for a crust nor a crumb, not even for a tiny stolen breath
O is for open mouths and open-air prisons infected with typhus
O is for Oxygen sucked from the lungs of little ones
O is for Omens scored in flesh too raw to forget
O is for Oaths rotting on cracked lips
C is for cameras shutting:
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
But the food trucks never come
I is for INJUSTICE as the world scrolls on
D is for:
DEATH!
DEATH!
DEATH!
E is for EMPTY HANDS
CLAWED by broken promises —
THE UNPAID COLONIAL
BLOOD -DEBT
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Saira Viola
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Raw poetic but so harrowing and a blade against silence Love IT
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Comment by Michael Brown on 20 August, 2025 at 12:21 pm