Recognition of Palestine are words that the governments are using to expel the anger of the population against their governments for not doing enough
The UK and US refuses to use the genocide words against Israel even after the UN has concluded Israel of genocide when you see hard sanctions against Israel then you will know our governments are honest
The prosecutor of the International Criminal Court has been suspended for investigation war crimes against Israel.

Warmth in gentle feathered nest
Enticement from thy avian breast
A nuance of a stirring soul,
Deep, from intuition's role.....
A pulse of life engaged within
From Equinoxial breath of wind,
Nuance of a stirring soul
Reminiscent of the surge of shoal
Awash, as gentle wavelet tide
On stone....now, deep within, abide.

In light of silver harvest moon
From far horizons distant tune
A zephyr rose, in infancy,
To soft caress of waveless sea.
Building in its pulse of life
To strength of equinoxial strife.
Amplified to have withstood
That scarred and windworn, ancient wood......
A signature of life's domain
Upon thy wicked gale's refrain.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

Justice
Can
Be
Delayed
But
Justice
Eventually
Finds
It's
Way.

It takes a monster to **** children
But to watch monsters **** children again and again and do nothing isn't just insanity it's inhumanity.

The order wanes, its spine grown thin,
Where empires once held sway within.
A rising tide, a rival’s claim—
The stage resets, the rules inflame.

China builds with silent might,
While Washington prepares to fight.
Trade once free now wears a chain,
Security the new domain.

Trump ascends with Vance in tow,
In volatile, unscripted show.
Allies shift, the balance reels,
Old accords replaced by deals.

No map expands, no flags unfurl,
Yet power pulses through the world.
Protectionist, the new refrain—
A fiscal shield, a sovereign gain.

Tomorrow’s light may burn too bright,
With eyeballs locked in brink-of-fight.
The past returns, not dressed the same,
But history plays a ruthless game.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

In Tunisia's embrace sands unfold
Whispers of stories in sunsets told
And Tunisia is the place to be with warm
Olive trees that dance in the golden rays
Timeless beauty in ancient maze

Tunisian colors shine bright with
Starry nights beneath silver light
Waves kiss shores with a gentle sigh
In Tunisia's heart dreams will
Forever soar.

In Qatar the land of
Pearls beneath azure skies
Modern dreams in a city so bright
Qatar's heart glows like stars at night
Richness flows a hopeful sight and
Qatar shines like a guiding star every night.

In the hush between raindrops and stone, the hills lean inward, as if listening for a voice that never returned.

Low clouds drag their grief across the shoulders of the land, a soft lament in vapor, layered like old letters, unsent.

The trees don't speak— but their silence is fluent, a language of absence etched in shadow and bark.

The sorrow here doesn't weep, it settles in the terrain like ash from a fire no one recalls lighting.

A tragedy, perhaps, of the forgotten— the slow erosion of faces from stone, the fading of footsteps into deep green moss.

And still, the wind carries a lament— a breath, a whisper, a suggestion that the past is not past, it merely sleeps beneath the skeins of brooding, hung cloud.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ