Poem: Your civility is a siege

I hope we keep
the emotional
analytical
political
irrefutable
clarity
of lives
turned into
rubble.

Of Gaza and
its times
of trouble.

I hope we keep
mystifiers at bay
nuances
—tools
of
genocide—
on the stake,
no mercy
for executioners
and their
accomplices.

I hope we
heed the call
to fight with
indignant,
angered love,
to not falter
whether in trouble
or solitude,
isolation or
solitary,
barrages of lies
or simple
exhaustion.

I hope we keep
when we write
when we think
when we speak
when we feel
the uncomfortable
clarity
of opposing nothing
but the sheer death
by colonizer,
patriarch,
boss,
creditor,
master

I hope we
do not modulate
our discourse,
do not capitulate
in words,
do not forgo
our capacity
—our duty—
to fight,
our dignity
—our refusal,
as a friend once said,
to be turned
into a monster.

I hope we keep
the emotional,
physical,
political,
analytical,
irrenounceable
clarity
that your moderation
means extinction,
your complacency,
attrition,
and your civility,
a state of siege

your civility
is but the expression
of your wish
of death
and ultimate
destruction

I hope we understand
that every line
is a battlefield
every compromise
an extortion
every verse
an expression
of forlorn
Al Andalus
and resistant
Falasteen

I hope we keep
the
apocalyptic
lucidity
that
your civility
is nothing
but a siege.