Tuesday

What are you going to do if 

Your only prospect in life 

Is fight or die?

What are you going to do if

Your only choice is resist

Or be traumatised?

You say they made 

Their own bed but I say

It's a fucking lie.

It doesn't matter

What you deny,

It's a genocide. 

You spend these years

Creating and building them.

They were born in 

The silence of death 

And it was deafening. 

What did you expect 

Would be happening? 

Their ears still ring from

All the shots you took.

I won't condemn the thing 

You condemned them too.

Terror from a state 

Is terrorism by another name. 

It's not called surprising. 

It's called another Tuesday being the same.