GrownGrumps

Grief

The silent but deadly

Killer of all joy

Cutter of flowers

Uprooted from their warm beds

Grief

Stricken by the chill

Disturbed, shocked to the root

Broken concrete and brown dirt

Grief

 

Grief

Trumpeting with each new hour

Upon each new spring

Flocking together

Our miserly company

Unable to find solace

Grief

Indebted, but unable to pay back.

A role you created

Bringing meaning to life

Like God, but not god, but My God

Grief

From your womb, from your seed

Grief

Only possible because of you

Grief

Now eliminated

Now emancipated

Now ending

Now trying to begin

Now failing

Now trying to begin, again

Now failing, again

Grief

 

Grief

We made plans yesterday

Grief

My best man yesterday

Grief

A blow to the head, heart, and groin

Yesterday, Fucking Grief

My baby fucking grief

My body fucking grief

My mind - fucking grief

This world - fucking grief

 

Hamas attacked Israel last week

Hungry, angry, and uprooted

Israel was created by the Brits

Supporting the Zionist movement

Efforts to provide sanctuary for Jews

    those nazi Basterds

1923 Palestine was the chosen land

Having once been conquered by David

The One True King,

Zazu, a tenderly woven nest

    A basket to keep all his eggs in

    A fertile land, buzzing with bees

    Rich with milk and honey

    Plenty for the many habibi

    Plenty for aini, albi, haya

    Plenty for the new

Walled off

An early form of gentrification

Left the land of Palestine a new hue

Revolting Arabs

Revolting Arabs

Revolting Afghans

    Cold War Heros

    Like Vietnam Vets

    Homeless and starving

    because of some Washington brats.

Revolting Iranians

ISIS

IS what it IS

An offshoot of Mohammad's Dynasty

The Saudis lay claim to

Allah yahmina

God protect us

We are all your children

Nahn jamiean 'atfaluk

We babble and babble to no prevail

We rabble in the rubble of a broken HIStory

Lacking sovereignty, lacking security

Lacking silver linings, werewolves at Mineh

Ethereal beings stubbornly unswayed

Growing more righteous with each passing day

Growing our grieving, greatening our sorrow,

A hundred years lost in the desert, whilst raining

missiles from another land.