Defiance was the wrath<\/p>\n
that they contend with<\/p>\n
resistance on a level<\/p>\n
that must be<\/p>\n
monumental for a loving mother<\/p>\n
cradling her baby on her knee<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
broken, twisted, torn<\/p>\n
her baby with her<\/p>\n
confronted by the hand of death for she<\/p>\n
stood her ground<\/p>\n
resisted as she always had<\/p>\n
unyielding was her pose<\/p>\n
as we can see<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
hostilities were so unfair<\/p>\n
and futile<\/p>\n
your combativeness decries<\/p>\n
your sick intent<\/p>\n
bloodshed goes before you<\/p>\n
you are a bunch of bloody psycho’s<\/p>\n
on the offensive clearly now hell bent<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
on murdering the innocent<\/p>\n
those pure hearts on their bed<\/p>\n
bloodied we can feel their pain<\/p>\n
can smell \u00a0their pain<\/p>\n
and are led<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
away from all this fighting<\/p>\n
death alas does feed<\/p>\n
the need to cut down<\/p>\n
innocent mothers<\/p>\n
and watch their children bleed<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the arena is there broken homes<\/p>\n
their shadows on their wall<\/p>\n
the children lying all lop sided<\/p>\n
just where they did fall<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
beside their sweet dear mothers<\/p>\n
little dolls of war<\/p>\n
Israel the aggressor<\/p>\n
the misfortune at her core<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
creating a great plague of sin<\/p>\n
and bleakness as she flies<\/p>\n
her tanks her shells all inglorious<\/p>\n
does she realize<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the illegitimacy of murdering <\/span><\/p>\n the mother<\/span><\/p>\n and her child<\/p>\n as tears well up in all of us<\/p>\n yes we all feel wild<\/p>\n <\/p>\n severity and strictness<\/p>\n rigidity and pain<\/p>\n a rod of iron a draconian kick<\/p>\n more pitilessness again<\/p>\n <\/p>\n violence for the sake of it<\/p>\n tyranny its there<\/p>\n harassment and persecution<\/p>\n and malevolent despair<\/p>\n <\/p>\n subjecting souls to enslavement<\/p>\n to curfews and control<\/p>\n impounding them and confinement<\/p>\n each one holds a soul<\/p>\n <\/p>\n no different in reality to the gunner<\/p>\n far away<\/p>\n who fires his filthy launcher<\/p>\n and brings on. all this dismay<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Gaza is no more or less<\/p>\n a concentration stall<\/p>\n each home bears \u00a0great scars of war<\/p>\n as convicts overhaul<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the sentinels of being<\/p>\n slaughtered in each raid<\/p>\n without a mandate tragically<\/p>\n the oppressors stock in trade<\/p>\n <\/p>\n their lives have all been stolen<\/p>\n the finality is here<\/p>\n we look at them and our eyes swell up<\/p>\n of course we share their fear<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the discomfort and the anguish<\/p>\n the torture and the pain<\/p>\n condemned to death for nothing<\/p>\n their lives in fact in vain<\/p>\n <\/p>\n hopelessness and wretchedness<\/p>\n chagrined and mortified<\/p>\n shocking and pathetic<\/p>\n its gets us deep inside<\/p>\n <\/p>\n a cold dissatisfaction<\/p>\n that evil dares to be<\/p>\n as hideous and as repulsive<\/p>\n as everything we see<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Defiance was the wrath that they contend with resistance on a level that must be monumental for a loving mother cradling her baby on her knee broken, twisted, torn her baby with her confronted by the hand of death … Continue reading