The Feelings Of The Average Israeli Occupational Soldier: A Quick Analysis By James Ray

Am I Human?

Am I human?

I ask myself this question,

thoughts rushing around my head

What's wrong with me?

Why am I like this?

Why is my heart empty?

Why does my own community hate me?

Why do they exclude me?

I feel as if I am not human,

given that everyone else is focused on romance and sex

I wish I knew why,

what it feels to love someone like that

Maybe then I would feel human

Why am I pushed aside?

Ain't I as Queer as everyone else?

Am I even human to you?

I do not purely feel contempt inside,

Why do you think that?

I just wish I was like all of you,

maybe then I would be seen

Maybe then,

just maybe,

I'd feel human once again

But why do I have to change,

for you to include me

Ain't I human as well?

Ain't I as Queer as everyone else?

'This Bitch'

I Am You

A poem from 2012 by the late Dr. Refaat Alareer – murdered by ‘Israel’ on Friday, December 8, 2023, that will absolutely mesmerize you: “I am you”

Two steps: one, two. Look in the mirror: The horror, the horror! The butt of your M-16 on my cheekbone The yellow patch it left The bullet-shaped scar expanding Like a swastika, Snaking across my face, The heartache flowing Out of my eyes dripping Out of my nostrils piercing My ears flooding The place. Like it did to you 70 years ago Or so.

I am just you. I am your past haunting Your present and your future. I strive like you did. I fight like you did. I resist like you resisted And for a moment, I’d take your tenacity As a model, Were you not holding The barrel of the gun Between my bleeding Eyes.

One. Two. The very same gun The very same bullet That had killed your Mom And killed your Dad Is being used, Against me, By you.

Mark this bullet and mark in your gun. If you sniff it, it has your and my blood. It has my present and your past. It has my present. It has your future. That’s why we are twins, Same life track Same weapon Same suffering Same facial expressions drawn On the face of the killer, Same everything Except that in your case The victim has evolved, backward, Into a victimizer. I tell you. I am you. Except that I am not the you of now.

I do not hate you. I want to help you stop hating And killing me. I tell you: The noise of your machine gun Renders you deaf The smell of the powder Beats that of my blood. The sparks disfigure My facial expressions. Would you stop shooting? For a moment? Would you?

All you have to do Is close your eyes (Seeing these days Blinds our hearts.) Close your eyes, tightly So that you can see In your mind’s eye. Then look into the mirror. One. Two. I am you. I am your past. And killing me, You kill you.

O' Children of Watermelon Seeds and Olive Trees

O' Children of Watermelon Seeds,

tell me of your dreams

The one's where Father returns,

and Mother was always there

And Sister and Brother

can hold hands and dance

The ones where the buzzing of planes,

is nothing but a distant nightmare

O' Children of Olive Trees,

I know your blood runs deep

It gathers in the soil,

like Nature's finest oil

The trees care for you,

as you did for them

I wish I could be there for you,

as I know you'd be here for me

O' Children of the Red Sea,

I wish to listen to thee

But the phone is dead,

and the line is flattening

I wish not to hear your death's rattle,

but I know that if I don't,

we willl lose this Battle

O' Children of the East,

you're not the beast they say your are

You have the kindest hearts,

and the warmest smiles

When in reality,

It's the West that's vile

I know the people are not to blame

but those who supply and deny

This, and prior, Genocides

O' Leaders of the West

it's you who are the most Vile

You wish to sit in Denile

while blood is tainting the morale

Do you wish for more Oil?

Why else do you bomb their Soil?

O' Terrors of the Blue and White,

you are the very thing that killed your grandmothers and grandfathers

You Genocide and Terrorize,

like it's 1941

You monopolize on prior hate,

but Zionism isn't profitable

The world is watching,

and we'll laugh at your mistakes

All while holding up the children of

Watermelon Seeds and Olive Trees

Ceasefire NOW

America has now bombed and conducted illegal wars in:

- Iraq

- Syria

- Libya

- Somalia

- Pakistan

- Afghanistan

- Palestine

- Yemen

But Muslims are the terrorists?

I've said this many times before -if you call yourself a feminist and you're silent about ANY person being oppressed around the world by violent dictators/regimes/governments (among many injustices) you're not a feminist. If your feminism isn't intersectional, it's not feminism -it's white feminism. If you don't know about or aren't talking about Sudan and the rampant sexual violence against Sudanese women by a terrorist genocidal militia -then GET TO KNOW and start talking about it because this is horrifying. I'm so tired of seeing mostly white women come to the frontlines of issues when it only benefits or impacts them. I'm beyond embarrassed for you.

I couldn’t reboot it for some reason