Once upon a time..

Once upon of time there was poverty. Racial tensions that seemed to mount so high in the minds of americans, they decided it necessisary to paste the images on every TV screen in the nation. People dying by the hands of other people, for the love of a god they can't believe in during troubled time?

And the media doesn't do a goddamn thing to save my people. America isn't helping them as their temples are desecrated and their families are ripped apart by a civil war that will go on until there is noone to carry on. It only takes one to carry on the fighting with a body strapped to hundreds of tiny tiny explosives and a fear of god that causes them to commit a justifiable suicide.

Suicide, once upon a time god told us all that suicide was wrong. Yet what has happened in the middle east where my brothers are turning right and left and seeing what? They see someone with a firearm, or someone blowing themselves to bits for the all powerful allah. God.

God doesn't want this. I'm sure as i sit here in the conditions I am in, with sweat on my brow and honesty plagueing my conciousness, I can see far clearer then people rushed to a bomb shelter who are met with terrified screams from the rooms and houses above. Tread lightly young ones, for fear is the enemy and those suffering from such a weakness can't tell right from wrong.

Once upon a time I wrote. I can't say I know what it's like to be in the conflicts of the isreali and the palestinians but as an third generation isreali.. I know it hurts to see on tv. Online. In the paper. Everywhere. It hurts to see my people die; Not for god's will but for land neither can own.

 

True, very true.

True, very true.

Its been like this for years and I don't think anyone knows anymore for what they do these things for.