photo from Pexels by artist Tima Miroshnichenko
a poem by Joshua Brown
In the hall of circumcision
Where the foreskins go to die
In the terraced walls of Jewry
Where the bod of Jesus lies.
Stands a broken fucking idol
With a broken fucking head
To the propagandist David
And the mighty men he lead.
"We will kill the tribes of evil
We will bury all their men
And impregnate all the women
To eradicate their sin!"
The air was still in silence
In the moments just before
A flash and then a ripple
As a hole engulfed the floor.
I stood atop the rubble
And observed a piece of steel
A gun protrude from concrete
And I took the thing to wield.
The end of myths is silent
And I felt an eerie sense
Of danger in the distance
So I moved with ware pretense
I was not the one who murdered
All the history and lies
I was just the first responder
To the little child's cry.
I was too late to save the boy
Crushed by this debris.
His body lay in bloody pool
Live-streamed for world to see
Under stars I walked the footpath
To the little village near
With the Savage fucking rifle
And the memories and a tear.
A little rebel Jew who blew
The building into dust
By the murder weapon he created
His own soul to God he thrust.
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