The revolution won't be televised But the genocide will
And the Ecuador rep
Announcing the vote
Asks "¿En contra?"
"Against?" says the translator
A glassy half grin
On the US rep's face
He can't believe he's on
The UN floor
The lives of thousands
Poised in the air -
Mothers and grandmothers
Children confused by the rumbles
And land shocks -
And raises his arm
The grimmest of missions
For the declining old man
"En contra"
Let the buildings fall
The walls all burn down
And the mosques collapse
Mosaic tile streaked with dust
Blisters and buckles
Licked by flames
Let the libraries explode
The lines of poets
Refaat Al-Areer Mahmoud
Darwish Maya Abu Al-Hayyat
Shot into the Gaza night
Like birds rising from the ground
And flying moonward
Pages shadows verses
To read To weep To wail
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