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In history so vast, a story unfolds
Of suffer and strife, clear and bold
But still is untold

Far from our eyes
There a land lies
Where sun of joy used to arise
Where everyone was living their lives

But one day
Their fate was changed
Parting the ways
Their name was exchanged

Jews took their land, ruined their lives
Named it theirs, concealed these lives

Open your eyes
There a land lies
Where happiness no longer lies

There souls pass by
As bombs explode by
Children cry
As their loved ones die

It's been many years
But cries we still hear

No one notes
Bombs their explode
No moment they seize
Which's of peace

Open the eyes
There's a land named Palestine
Which you haven't recognized

Palestine, a land lost in time
With no life, it's lost in time
They strive, but always collide

Join your hands
Islam shall prevail in that land
Even when no one stands

As this story unfolds
We know
No on one knows
What in Palestine on goes
But though
It hurts to know
That no one stands
And offers their hands
To the people of that land
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Rubble, blood and wounds there lie
People there heaving desperate sighs

And everyone here says
We are living the best day
But there they've always seen the worst of days

Their wounds are deep
Which can't be healed

Then how can we feel bliss?
When they're blood kissed

How can they enjoy the Eid day?
When it's the same as previous worst days

I urge you all please
Look at Palestine where genocide never stops

I urge you all please
Look at Palestine where cool wind passes and never stops
 Mar 25 Alvian Eleven
Daivik
Theres a genocide going on in 4K
And the world's acting like its okay
And I wonder who's more pathetic
The antagonist or the apatethic

That we shouldnt **** children is not really that complex
Unless you are from the military industrial complex
And you do not need to know the history of a millennium
To know its wrong to displace millions
And carpet bomb civilians

And humanity is not political
Unless you are a politician
And peace is not controversial
Unless you are hell bound on controverting
Well,you are hell bound anyway

The placards and slogans are up again
Its better than nothing,even if it doesnt bring any change
You wanna feel like you've done something
Even if its meaningless in greater scheme of things

In a world where everything little thing is trauma
The genocide becomes a newsroom drama
As they make you believe they are others
And convince you its fine to **** your brothers
And you get convinced in a day

However much we can scream
Continues the killing spree
From the river to the sea
Only hatred seems to be free

So theres a genocide going on in 4K
And it will never be okay
However much they try to erase the voices
And cover it up in chemical warplane noises

And if you wondering which side you should be on
If its the one killing children,its probably wrong
Dumbf*ck
 Mar 20 Alvian Eleven
Aya
I woke up feeling like nothing…
No one’s saying nothing...
No one’s doing nothing….
I  woke up wishing something was done, to stop this
heartache…
I woke up wishing something was done, to stop this
suffering…
I woke up wishing there were no more decapitated heads…
no more…lifeless bodies…
Make it stop… make it stop…
Nobody is doing nothing to make it stop….
I woke up wishing there were no more incinerated bodies..
I woke up wishing there were no more corpse …
I woke up wishing that the genocide in Gaza was no more…
It’s now more than 16 months of carnage…echo of death pierce my soul...
No one can undo what I’ve seen…
I feel like nothing….
They say nothing and do nothing, to make it stop…
This suffering lingers…
I feel like nothing….
 Mar 18 Alvian Eleven
Juno
The Secret Suffering of the soul,
Familiar,
yet so unfamiliar,
Thoughts to far-
From those hurting hearts

so inferior,
to their horrors,
-Stuck-
-Stuck-
in my bedroom

the blind world.
choose to close your eyes.
but, when you turn your heads,
The blood still sheads
Won’t they learn?

How do they do it?
Live in this world,
where right and wrong cannot be told

-JJ
Jan 2025
 Mar 18 Alvian Eleven
Aya
There is no ceasefire, not in Gaza, not in Lebanon, not in Sudan,
but only genocide...
aggression...
war...
blood...
slaughter, and pain.
The West Bank continues to be under siege... met by tanks, death,
threats...  
Families are met with bullets to their head.
The children are met with amputated limbs.
Children are left orphan... and forgotten.
Communities are met with too many martyrs to grieve...
Where is this ceasefire now?
There is bombardment in Yemen too, directed by the West like a true imperialist.
If one dare to rise up and resist, are met with an iron fist by the international colonizer community, given consent to **** with no impunity...
Dare the amputees speak....
Dare the bullet to the head speak...
Dare the orphan speak....
Dare the resistance speak of their own pain...
There is no ceasefire, but only genocide.  
Where is this so-called ceasefire now?
Nowhere in sight....
Where is the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight.....
What happened to the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight….
Celebrating Ramadan amidst the concrete rubble

String lights illuminate hungry faces

To be surrounded by oppression and violence yet sit together at a table to share a feast

That is true resilience.

Love radiates from the dishes, food scarce so they share

No matter the evil, the deathly threats,

They stand together united, all as one,
Their connection un-severed.
Material things, they have none.

To have such joy in dark times
Is to resist the occupation, to be freed
Body, Soul, Spirit, Mind.
My thoughts after seeing the images of those in Gaza breaking their fast.
 Mar 10 Alvian Eleven
Aya
How can this be?
Too deep to understand, too deep to digest.
How can this be?
How can you turn away, and act as if you were blind to babies being burned, and buried in the rubble, decimated lifeless tinted souls on your vision screen.
There aren’t enough adjectives to describe the horrific images.
How can this be?
The screams of death in realtime stays with me.  
For I will never forget.... you too should never forget.  
The screams of death echo and rains on me like the blues.
What a tragedy.  
Too deep to understand, too deep to digest.  
How can this be?
O steadfast ones in the heart of the battle,
Bow to the goddesses of beauty and to the kingdom,
Kingdoms of charm and beauties of the north,
Women of the frost and the treacherous sea,
Sultans of the south and the narrow paths,
Women of the sands and the enchanting beauty,
And the sacred lands in the crowded earth,
And the worshipers of normalization
with the foxes of the herd,
Occupiers of the lands and binders of hands,
Hands preventing ******,
Hands addicted to ******,
****** of the right of land ownership,
And the right of protecting honor,
The right of the land of peace,
Against the sellers of illusions,
And lovers of bedtime stories,
Stories of Kalila and Dimna,
And the piled-up books,
The sacred holy books,
And the stained treaties
with the blood of the innocent,
And the fabrication of news,
the forging of testimonies,
And the internal incidents,
And despair,
And despair,
And despair,
And the betrayal of humanity..
In Gaza where happiness fades away
Funerals every day and
Through shadows of strife
They cherish their life
In a land where dreams never come true.
German Government on Trump remarks: Gaza belongs to the Palestinians
Not You or Israel.

British Parliament Palestine belongs to the Palestinians.
French Government your not kicking Palestinians out of there homes.
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