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  It’s Dark Now There was a time when ‘it’s not dark yet” seemed apposite, suitably pessimistic for that time but with a ray of hope.   But now night is falling fast. In the wake of the Nazi holocaust no one offered excuses for them no exceptions were made. International organisations were set up to ensure that international laws were upheld. War criminals would be prosecuted without exception and states committing genocide would be sanctioned. But that was then. Now an exception is made for one state that has broken international law for decades without sanction and has committed plausible genocide, it’s leaders now identified as war criminals. Now, as darkness falls, even with unanimity between all   international organisations and all aid agencies, it is those organisations and those agencies who are vilified, demonised, denounced and threatened not the state accused,   not the perpetrators. They are excused. The most powerful of nations   are on their side ...
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Death of Empathy When empathy died the soldiers could dance in the streets they’d cracked wearing the underwear of the women whose homes they had destroyed. And dance they did with pride. When empathy was dead   the soldiers could take children’s toys from the rubble of their bombed homes and repurpose them as tank trophies mascots to be flaunted with pride while the street cracked under the weight. When they had killed empathy   the soldiers could shoot babies in the head or gut - they chose, and someone’s daughter 200 times,   or 300 - they could choose. And they filmed it with pride from the street’s rubble and cracks. When empathy was murdered the soldiers could capture children and imprison them in cages, one metre square, or whatever they chose until they told them   what they did not know and then laugh with pride in the smooth Israeli streets. When empathy was dead and buried deep down below the streets’ cracks and only silence could be heard Israel was supre...
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  The Last Devil Must Die I have known so many devils, Hitler, Stalin, Kissinger, Pinochet and now Netanyahu. And then there are those with histories or geographies beyond me. It seems there is no end to them that one begets the other in a prodigious male line straight from Satan up to Earth, there to make a new Hell, there to be fed,   groomed and protected by politicians in their own interest, by corporations in their own interest and by countless others in their own interests in the country they call home. They’re like a queen honey bee, her own ordinary egg   fed by Workers, groomed by Carers, protected by Soldiers. It’s nurture not nature that makes her queen and keeps her queen while she is useful. Then they kill her and breed another and so it goes   on and on and on. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GV3Y9WLX?content_source=fb&fb_content_id=Q9-wBQETWacolfvR4D966zV51g45M55KhlPJcUjFUjbPycr5P9jTR3ZPHQ30NlAk4w&channel_type=fb&fbclid=IwY2xjawQ0jBtleHRuA2FlbQ...
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  The Melon Market It was a small town, Pec, in Kosovo now, then in Yugoslavia. It was 1966, the year before watermelons became illegal   in Palestine. It was a small restaurant with no menu so communication wasn’t easy. But the guy on the next table spoke French opening up a channel of communication for us. John wanted to eat melon but there was no melon. Our French speaking friend, he was a friend by now, Had a late night solution. He took us to a large dry field, a melon market, he said. There were huge heaps of watermelons, dark green globes waiting in heaps. Each heap with its sleeping seller resting on a bed of melons. He shook one seller awake   and carefully chose a melon. We all went home with him, he called the neighbours in and there we had a melon party eating great juicy slices   off tin plates in a small house in Pec in 1966, the year before Israel banned watermelons in Palestine. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GV3Y9WLX?content_source=fb&fb_content_id=...
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  Echo It was the punishment of a jealous goddess. She was only following orders but it was no defence at that time. Now she can only repeat the last words heard, only repeat the past when she hears it following orders again and again. https://jayzomondarkmyth.com/darkmythproductions/theworldofmyth/147/poems/001.html
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  Fabulous Faubus Soon we’ll be there back to those days when Faubus was fab when Klansmen were cool and swastikas were chic not shite. We’d thought it sorted, that That history had ended, that never again would mean never again and that Governor Faubus would stay ridiculous. Two, four, six, four just in time for the encore. https://www.amazon.com/Kinds-Cool-Interactive-Collection-Poetry/dp/B0GSZPP98R