The sun is shining
So bright and the
Sky is so blue
And the river its banks
Are so full to and
Bethlehem is such
A beautiful sunny place
I'm feeling the heat in
This beautiful warm place
And Palestine is the place
To be as the sun shines
So brightly on me and I'm so happy
In Palestine today
And I hope and pray
I get to the see the sun
Shining in beautiful Palestine
For one more day.

𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.
𝘚𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.
𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦.
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴.

𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.
𝘖𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.
𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺.
𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.
𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.
𝘜𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥.
"𝐹𝒾𝓋𝑒, 𝓉𝑒𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒," 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹.

Power...  
the power of health bureaucrats  
has never been more
greatly exercised
since the advent of the
pandemic in our
daily lives

Control...
governments have taken
full control
by which they can stop
us from freely partaking
in an outside stroll

Greed...
big phrama being granted
exclusive rights
to sell millions of jabs
world wide  
thereby excluding other
forms of treatment

oh yes
power control and greed
in these recent times
have become
the cardinal creed

I’ve raised the bar on expectations
I’m carving out my niche
I have so much more to learn
But some things I can teach
It’s the discovery of my wisdom
And the changes that come with age
It’s the tempering of my fire
And the suppression of my rage
My uncontrollable desire
To turn another page
In the book of life
Where nothing stays the same
And the only thing left to do
Is to welcome in the change

Said it was a hoax
Laughed at masks, refused vaccines
No sympathy here

I read and read on every word spills filling me.
Every thought catching every emotion leaving me stunned my mind wonders imagining your lips reading the pages of your emotions
I feel I see taking you on
reading connection accepting your beautiful thoughts
I take you for you thank you for sharing

never again this peach green tree. the pitch black earth
smiling under our nails. Never again the altercation of wood against flesh clothes kissing green flowers tangle in dye and keratin. the receptor for when a hive is found is now dormant. the hunt is no more. no more will the ants sleep in the bowl of lover's names. the howl of the leaves is silenced. silence will still be here. Oh rest assured my friend, the silence will still be here. Living things always has its way to make sure their birthmark don't die.