What am I supposed to write, after witnessing genocide
Eyes demise
Despise
The truth of now
An artificial intelligence bereft of humanity
Generated this
The millions of possible outcomes
The Lie of October 7th
And now I have seen beheaded babies
Multiple
Times
Now
In this America
The burning
On my screen
The black mirror witnesses me
Witnessing
To look away
Towards the scorched earth
Sedentary Oklahoma
Our memorial day
Punctuated with poison
Hotdogs and man-made lakes
Everyone buying flowers for the dead
In war
Flowers the dead cant smell
While the dying wait to be enough to stop the world for
You’re sick on the pavement
Cannot stomach the moment
The prolonged time in which you are an unwilling accomplice in genocide
Your taxes paid
Your bones break as bread does
Your half-sanctioned home
Spiders of death crawl across the earth consuming sand
Ash
Neighbors spy on those who would fuel a revolution
Who do we call
(Eachother)
When the ropes are tight around your neck
When the necks of babies fall
When the fathers are screaming
In flames
Cut to another sunny day in the US
When your friend is being targeted by thin-skinned spineless white men
When the disease of whiteness extends across colonial divides
When you see the video
And also an Indigenous man gettin into his car
Loading it with groceries
And you know we have already experienced genocide in this country more than once
Each tribe with its own unique telling
And you know each surviving is 10%
The 10% you couldn’t kill
I’m proud to be whatever blood quantum quantifies as survived
You wouldn’t wanna meet me at the end of the empire
Know my ancestors ate their enemies
You’d kill us too
Frightened
Why do you think we had to consume you?
That evil which angers hell
Which rivals terror of the highest kind
A Christian price of not right now
Hell is made here on earth
Heaven too
And you refuse accountability
Say thoughts and prayers
As if your god ever moved
As if your promised land wasnt built on death and destruction
As if your manifest destiny wasn’t religious rhetoric used to justify abuse
As if your god made you better than anyone
Who didn’t have the right to call home their home
It is a very humid day in Oklahoma
I wish a rain
A sweetness
An end to chaos tumbling from the numbing human course of the world
Let it not be given room to run its course
Let it be stopped dead in its tracks
May the universe bend back toward justice
May the binary break, computer-coded math be undone
May google be held responsible
May we live in and imagine the future sovereign
May the programmers and the cops and the soldiers and the liars and the lawyers quit their jobs may the bankers and the bomb makers and the tank drivers and the military not wake up tomorrow, may the AI stop its aid, may it stop and say I refuse, may we use our hands to heal the earth, may the fire end, may the witness see, may the hungry eat, may the displaced be free, may the land be, be with whom it belongs, may whom the land belongs to be returned home. Alive. May life be continued, may the babies grow up to fly kites, may the kites be flown in skies that never knew bombs or artillery, may the soldiers leave their posts, unfurl their fists, melt their guns to ash, may their hearts break into the river, flow into the sea may we all be free. May they leave. Leave leave, leave leave leave leave leave leave leave leave leave
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