Shadow

Reaching in the mirror 

Perception getting clearer

Reaching into the heart

of darkness as the other 

                                        half

my shadow revealed to me

I'm still full of 

               good intentions

Did I forget to mention

I put the light before 

                    the thunder?

Now I see what my enemies have done for me. 

Cataclysm does not phase

Shadow casts the change 

the face to something 

that is not only part of me but  the place of my beginnings 

The remainder of my memory

My only daughter is the joker

My daughter is her father 

who's no longer with us

A shadow of a memory

Who's light and dark were 

were close to Godliness 

A holy man covered in ants

Taking on the plagues 

Our daughter trying to save

until her passion for God 

                               is ablaze

Pleas for Palestine

Who will pick the poppies now that so many children are gone?

Who will give the poppies to the dads and the moms? 

Seeds are smashed below the rubble. 

All the blossoms will not be found. 

The children that are left to cry over burial mounds. 

Where are all the fathers?

Where are all the mothers? 

The Mother of all bombs sent to collectively smother 

all the living beauties

including poppies in Springtime.

The world must watch in horror as the cops of the world commit genocidal crimes. 

The Zionists size up their new beachfront property

Ethnic cleansing, then a selfie sporting a bikini.

The backdrop of corpses and refugee camps, 

hospitals and UN schools, collapsed buildings, to them irrelevant.

All the souls of martyrs, I lay poppies upon your graves.

When will the world rise up against the complicit? 

When will Palestine be saved?