Mood Disorders & Gaza

The bed isn’t deep enough

to consume.

Eating more doesn’t make the clock

move.

Put the mat down, stand up, maybe breathe?

Internal love cannot manifest

for even the simplest

of task.

We care about that group of babies

dying from explosion more

than that group starving to death 

over there…

Our white hands are fingering every single

color and territory out there.

Exhuming resources and

using their organs to fertilize for

the next white future. 

Raping whatever hole gaping

left breathing out there.

What makes this shade of brown

main character? 

Super Soaker Survivor? 

Over all the others?

I know I shouldn’t

cheat on the homework

but really, I wanna fucking know?

The communal focus we post

and shriek into the void about?

Uneducated and distant from our own

communities right here.

We aren’t focused, we’re farsighted,

and only care about our own

special brands of emergency. 

Drenched and washboard on our own

fucking egos each morning.

Wearing their skin in Halloween protest

makes us feel strong in our feeble

attempts at love thy neighbor inside

the family group chat.