diamonds
an original poem by Josiah Merz
the indignities they have suffered
lay heavy in accusation
sons have been lost
my Church has been bought
by tax dollars’ silence
daughters that used to run
and squeal and laugh
mothers that used to scold them…
deaths sing with the drones’ breeze
i see Death in her bodies
no black or white or green
only red…
so much red…
so much death
of innocence
bitter sense that Hawkeye was right
like so much alkaline dust
can you taste that dryness?
that bitterness of death
caused by the “good men”
you were raised to believe in
-
can you see them?
those little jewels that glitter,
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stars in the fabric of Palestine’s people
filling the hope of their skies
drowning out the death of their bombs
those little ones
held in the arms of the Great
Loved One
God, that is,
brought them in and made them
His
those sweet joys…
how could you let them be hurt?
death-ed?
sacrificed upon the arms
of molech?
even sodom at its worst
would stand and condemn
for even they would’ve repented
in Capernaum’s day
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i will forever see
those diamonds of blackened skies
those beautiful children
of Palestine
their names forever etched in mine
long live my hope
long live
my Palestine
