Dancing Outside The Concentration Camp
Listen to a reading by Tim Foley:
Dancing outside the concentration camp,
rave music pounding through our bones like bombs.
A disco at the genocide, baby.
A disco at the genocide.
Twerking outside the open-air prison.
Raving while Gaza asphyxiates.
Twirling glow sticks while a Final Solution is planned.
Just an innocent bit of fun.
Chill out and dance outside the concentration camp.
What could possibly go wrong?
We’ve got the IDF looking after us.
They’d never let anything bad happen.
So dance while the Palestinians are squeezed to death.
Dance while the polar ice caps melt.
Dance while the oceans fill with plastic.
Dance while the rainforests disappear.
Dance while nuclear warheads are primed.
Dance while mothers scream impossible screams.
Dance while the arms industry reaps record profits.
Dance while fathers pick up pieces of their kids.
Dance while AI helps exterminate families.
Dance while Gazans dehydrate under rubble.
Dance while limbs are amputated without anaesthesia.
Dance while death machines patrol the sky.
Dance while the news man fills our heads with lies.
Dance while the podium man denies everything he sees.
Dance while the sharptooth manipulators scheme.
Dance while our minds are turned into machines.
Dance to the beat of imperial psytrance.
Dance to the beat of the Pentagon Polka.
What could possibly go wrong?
Dance outside the concentration camp.
A disco at the genocide, baby.
A disco at the genocide.
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Wonderful poem. And, so much more powerful than Billionaire and George W. Bush Lover, Bono:
“It was a festival of music and peace,” Bono told the audience. “A festival of music and peace. Can you imagine?”
Bono changed some of the lyrics of their song to reflect the tragedy.
“Early morning, October 7th,” he sang. “The sun is rising in the desert sky / Stars of David, they took your life / But they could not take your pride.”
“Pride (In the Name of Love)” originally paid tribute to Martin Luther King Jr. and referenced his assassination on April 4, 1968 at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee.
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Roger Waters, a loud and consistent critic of Israel, has thoughts on Bono's salute to the victims of the October 7 attack on the Supernova music festival by Hamas.
Waters describes Bono's tribute, which took place during one of U2's residency shows at the Sphere in Las Vegas, as "disgusting" while labeling Bono "an enormous shit."
The comments that incensed Pink Floyd's former mastermind arrived before U2 launched into "Pride (In the Name of Love)" back in October.
"In the light of what's happened in Israel and Gaza, a song about non-violence seems somewhat ridiculous, even laughable, but our prayers have always been for peace and for non-violence," Bono told the crowd. "But our hearts and our anger, you know where that's pointed. So sing with us … and those beautiful kids at that music festival."
"We have to start saying to these people, your opinion is so disgusting and so degrading … sticking up for the Zionist entity," Waters added. "What he did a couple of weeks ago in the Sphere in Las Vegas, singing about the Stars of David, was one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen in my life."
Waters knows people like Bono simply hadn't done enough research on the matter. "My mother told me, when faced with difficult problems, the first thing to do is to read — read, read, read," Waters said. "Then, the next part is easy: Do the right thing."
https://paulokirk.substack.com/publish/posts/detail/143342042/share-center
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Say, Gaza by Linda Backiel (Feb 01, 2022)
He is turned, slightly,
just a boy, in his own home.
Say, Gaza.
Someone took a photograph
in the ruin of what was
his life. Black and white. Sharp
shadows. Light falls on what is not
exercising its own right of return;
picture a bad dream. His city. A fringe
clinging to the sea. A window open. No,
broken. At first, you don’t see it. You
don’t want to. You say “rubble.” But
there is a bomb in the bed.
The bed is broken by the bomb,
much bigger than the bed.
Don’t worry, no blood. But
there is a boy in the room
with the bomb in the bed.
The bed, a broken V, sunk
across the middle. Sheets rumpled,
not from sleeping.
The boy wonders where
will he sleep? When
will it explode?
His home, a fringe
clinging to the sea.
Say, Gaza.
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It's so good to know that others can see what I saw on Oct 7. The organisers had all of Israel to hold their party, but the whole event was intended to taunt and humiliate Palestinians.
They were getting pissed and mooning Palestine.