So begins another weekend of silent meditation and relaxation…..I do enjoy my weekends……

In my younger years I was somewhat a poet…..nothing famous….just a way to express life as it went by…….so I have a love for poetry even though I am not very good at it……

I want to give you a poem written by a Palestinian, Remi Kanazi……

Until It Isn’t

death becomes exciting
tolls, pictures, videos
tweeting carnage
instagramming collapse
hearts racing to break

24-hour entertainment
every glimpse, splinter
and particle of pain
jammed into torsos
and cheekbones

loved ones
want to sit
for a minute
and cry quietly

no words, no poetry
before Internet and
dialed-up emotions
before black and
white ideologies

before a person
I called friend
defended massacres
before the victims
were laid to rest
before chemical weapons
ravaged insides
before refugee
meant grandmother

suffering 2.0
keyboard clicks
like bombs so effortlessly
dropping

all damage collateral
never personal
voyeurs hop on and off
like carnival rides

death becomes
exciting
until it isn’t
until boredom sets in
and desensitization begins
until the next ride emerges
somewhere else
more captivating

This poem is from a book of poetry…….

Remi Kanazi’s poetry brings to life the experience of Palestinians living under occupation and in exile, refusing to be erased and struggling for liberation. In his new collection, Before the Next Bomb Drops, Kanazi covers topics ranging from police brutality, Islamophobia and institutional racism in the United States to the wars created by US foreign policy. Order your copy of this highly recommended collection of verse by clicking here to make a donation to Truthout!

Disclaimer:  If you decide to buy Remi’s book please be informed that I will in NO way get any of the money from that sale.  I will in NO way profit from the sale of this book in any way or form.  There will be NO compensation.  (Sorry for the redundancy but I want there to be NO confusion about the poetry)……