Category: Looking East
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What is said
What is said of a warrior dead? The one that fights with duty nigh. What is said of the wounds that bled? As he lies decayed whence corpses lie. What is said of those he defends? And the lives they lived before they died. What is said of a reality that bends? One that bends…
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De-Sense-atized
Desensitized, So incentivized, It’s all privatized, Lies revitalized, To meet an end. They tell us: Don’t trust your eyes, Don’t see them die, They are enemies, Their deaths are digitized. They say forget: That they are children, Starving beneath bomb lights. That they are mothers bereaved, having lost everyone to the fires at night. They…
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Eyes Weary
The sight of another dead stirs that woe deep in me. A thing viscerally hidden spikes, an anger towards the unreasonable machinations of a world, political. All these politics operating with scheming hands, things are optical. Oh, how they digitize that plight and make what’s right wrong, and what’s wrong right. A barbarian face they…
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A Decision Made
How often ruled by decisions made, The child born into a holy land. The blue star on his forehead laid, Says he’s no beast, but born a man. And the other girl, she’s already two. Beyond a wall where olives grew. Black and green and white the hue, Rebellion in her heart imbued. The boy…
Writings by Samson Mousa 