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And i,
as i stood there, 

Caught between a screen of lies and my own

Fluttering heartbeat, watching as the people
i thought
were supposed to be advocates of 

Truth suddenly turned away from the children

And the women

And the animals

And the men

And the bloodshed

And went on with their comfortable lives

within me, a torrent of grief but if i grieve for

A girl no older than my little sister,

Who was shot ‘by mistake’ with 

God knows how many 200+ bullets, (365)

I will be slapped in the face with a label and asked

“But how can you condemn the 7th?”
How can you condemn every year of bloodshed before the

7th, every day of the starved people, women, children, before the

7th nobody cared except for few who tried to bring to light before the

7th and after the 7th now they document their own crimes of celebrating 

After leveling schools and homes.

And completely demolishing masjids and other places of worship,

And watching the people race for a piece of bread

We celebrate with the 4th of July with fireworks

While they suffer through explosives of a different kind

So don’t ask me, “But how can you condemn the 7th?”

When you can’t comprehend the fact that this all began in 1948.