ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WERE PLAYGROUNDS IN GAZA.
A UNIVERSE OF ENDLESS LAUGHTER, BIG DREAMS, BREATHLESS SMILES, AND PRICELESS NAIVETY.
LIFELESS ASPIRATIONS, NOW BURIED IN WHITE KAFAN, MARKED — NEVER AGAIN.
IN OUR PLACE, UNHOLY ALLIANCES PLAYING GOD.
WE HAVE BEEN BETRAYED BY A WOUNDED HAMAS AND OUR RIGHT TO EXIST BY ISRAEL.
EXTREMISM HAS ORDAINED US COLLATERAL DAMAGE.
WE ARE GEOPOLITICAL SACRIFICIAL LAMBS, BACKED INTO AN ENCLAVE, WHOSE ONLY SAVIOUR IS A CELTIC SPIRIT.
SHE IS A COMMON MAN WHO CAN READ BETWEEN THE AGITPROP, AND HE’S SPOILING FOR A FIGHT.
A FORCE OF NATURE WHO RECOGNIZES THE URBAN CREEP OF ETHNIC CLEANSING AND THE KICK-OFF TO GENOCIDE
WITHOUT YOU, WE LOSE OUR VOICE, OUR WITNESS, OUR HOME.
IT IS YOU, THE GLOBAL VILLAGE, CAMOUFLAGED IN INVINCIBLE ANONYMITY…
WHO REMEMBERS HOW WE WERE ONCE CHILDREN.
EMANCIPATE THE OPPRESSORS
Ω IN MEMORY OF MAREK EDELMAN Ω
THE FOG OF MEANING 