I don’t know.
I don’t assume the worst, but I don’t know.
I have a very simple litmus test.
If you’re pro Israel, you’re my enemy.
No exceptions.
And, at this point, depending upon what is said, I may bash in your head.
Specifically, not you.
But, if you approve of the state of the Jews, we ain’t gonna get along.
I listened to a gutsy young kid, go on a tirade about how the Jews own and operate America.
He was called every name in the book.
Racist, misogynist, homophobe, antisemite.
I repeated, and repeated, and repeated that Palestinians are semites.
To no avail.
Then a dude threatened/tried to hurt the courageous kid.
Dude almost got his guts spilled by my blade.
I take this Palestine shit seriously.
It’s been on my plate since 1968.
I shoulda done more.
I shoulda done better.
I’m ashamed at my less than stellar efforts.
My Palestinian flags, and my beautiful, big mouth, haven’t done a god damn bit of good.
Gaza is gone, and a piece of me with it.
I shoulda went there, somehow.
Sharin’ books, and films, and anecdotes isn’t/wasn’t good enough, for them, or for me.
I feel like a failure.
I’ve been dreaming of a free Palestine since I was a kid.
My dream is dead, along with all of them moms and dads and their kids.
Makes me sick.
I think that I’d prefer to be blown to bits in Palestine.
At least I’d experience solidarity there.
Here there’s only indifference.
I don’t know.
I don’t assume the worst, but I don’t know.
I have a very simple litmus test.
If you’re pro Israel, you’re my enemy.
No exceptions.
And, at this point, depending upon what is said, I may bash in your head.
Specifically, not you.
But, if you approve of the state of the Jews, we ain’t gonna get along.
I listened to a gutsy young kid, go on a tirade about how the Jews own and operate America.
He was called every name in the book.
Racist, misogynist, homophobe, antisemite.
I repeated, and repeated, and repeated that Palestinians are semites.
To no avail.
Then a dude threatened/tried to hurt the courageous kid.
Dude almost got his guts spilled by my blade.
I take this Palestine shit seriously.
It’s been on my plate since 1968.
I shoulda done more.
I shoulda done better.
I’m ashamed at my less than stellar efforts.
My Palestinian flags, and my beautiful, big mouth, haven’t done a god damn bit of good.
Gaza is gone, and a piece of me with it.
I shoulda went there, somehow.
Sharin’ books, and films, and anecdotes isn’t/wasn’t good enough, for them, or for me.
I feel like a failure.
I’ve been dreaming of a free Palestine since I was a kid.
My dream is dead, along with all of them moms and dads and their kids.
Makes me sick.
I think that I’d prefer to be blown to bits in Palestine.
At least I’d experience solidarity there.
Here there’s only indifference.
Makes me sick.