Gaza

Is it the being or the doing
That constitutes a feeling?

Lost in a maze of sand
That lost my mind
It lost it
Not I
And I defy any foreign lives.

Gaza screams whilst I eat ice cream

And I ponder trueness as does Khan Younis

This constitutes a feeling, here
A sharp blow against the back of your skull
As you rush into school
And piss on each other
And point fingers at men

We are all just men
Who fight over sand
As if it were gold.