people meet prayers meet poems meet promises in overcrowded hearts in empty situations our fists in the face of fate of gods facing clandestine enemies for survival eaten raw what feeds us what do we feed on whom do we feed where do we go how do we go home go back go back to where we came from home, home home, home on the rage what parts do we play how many parts do we break into spinning like stars like dancers like fragments there is no hiatus to hate sometimes they never suffer but they never resurrect in this life's assignment I remember their faces their names what they used to do and that they used to be
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Note: Mahmoud al-Madhoun, chef and co-founder of Gaza Soup Kitchen, who fed over 3000 people a day using whatever supplies he could scrounge up was targeted and killed by a drone strike this week. Three workers with World Central Kitchen were also killed this week (seven were killed earlier this year in April.) In a week where food and feeding people was dominant for most of us, I'm so broken by these daily reports of the targeted deaths of those trying to feed people in this engineered famine.
Note: Mahmoud al-Madhoun, chef and co-founder of Gaza Soup Kitchen, who fed over 3000 people a day using whatever supplies he could scrounge up was targeted and killed by a drone strike this week. Three workers with World Central Kitchen were also killed this week (seven were killed earlier this year in April.) In a week where food and feeding people was dominant for most of us, I'm so broken by these daily reports of the targeted deaths of those trying to feed people in this engineered famine.
13 comments:
Oh no. What a terrible thing.
I really like the word choice and emotion of this poem. And the line arrangement is like ragged breathing. It's terrific. You've done good work here, maya, but I'm so so sorry for the poem's inspiration.
I read about the death of the WCK workers and the GSK worker as well. It's so brutal and ugly. These aren't casualties of war; they're murders, pure and simple. How sick and how tragic.
Such sad news, and I don't have a lot of hope for improvement in the situation.
Take care
The world is a mean place these days. *hugs*
Oh, that's sad. Meanwhile we were here safely in the US, eating until we felt ill (well- that was me.) Something is very wrong!
It's quite evil, Nicole :/
"Sick" is the perfect word, Nance. Thank you for your clear summary.
Steph--the thing is it IS preventable, we just lack the will...
Thank you
"Mean" is not even beginning to describe it for me, Engie :/
Jenny--You get me every time. That was the extra punch for me in all of this! We're doing the best we can where we can, but sometimes it's all too, too much!
Absolutely true, which makes it worse.
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