At the gates, they stand As the tempest brews at night by the sea

Of the city of holies and-
Beasts - hold your steel!
He says, they go, yes
Ironclad, ready for war
To astray, they go, yes
Prayers can't save you
From a hail of fiery tongues
Clouds burning the lungs
Their seared bodies fall
Eyes, nose, lips charred speaking
"Willy did us all"
The field was littered
A thousand unnamed, unarmed
Undead – and they’ll rise
At the gates, they stand
Against the unholy Zion and-
Beasts! They chant aloud
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be
free
As the waves crash the walls of the city
The gale heralds the coming of the dawn
Come and see, all you men and women!
Old and young, gentle yet with no daunt
Witness it spread from the mountains!
March 12, 2018
To Jo and the nameless martyrs
Die nameless
Yet never forgotten
Buried under no sepulcher
Yet the monuments stand
On the hearts of men and women
Courageous as you were
The legacy, the testament
Of your righteousness
Oh great martyrs of the movement
You deserved your rest and peace
But let your will and memory
Be with the relentless
For the revolution still has to triumph
April 13, 2018

April 14, 2018

Three Poems

Night every night

We march the highway, no lights
Guerillas own the road at night
Sleep not as the enemy’s nigh
Rest is a reward after the fray
Guerillas stand on the road tonight

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Clutch tight the rifle given to you

Once cold and without trace of rue
Countless struggles now imbue
This weapon, as you gaze the iron
As you set your sights, young warrior
As you’ve marched the night, it is yours

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