From the river to sea, Colonialism will be free

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This is not about October seventh,
or the mass murdering,
reigning down from devilish heavens,
strangers given leeway to shoot at the unarmed,
children, doctors, journalists made dispensable,
a cruel, modern farce.
Colonialism driven by an elite "civilised",
must be free at all costs,
Colonialism is what's being protected,
mass ethnic cleansing is a symptom of the rot.
This is not about October seventh,
it's about a western Colonial hold,
of land, resources, borders,
someone else's home.
It's about once again normalising,
the land theft from Native Americans,
the land theft that Aborigines faced.
It's about normalising,
western control of land,
owed to (South) Africa's dehumanised race.
This is not about October seventh,
it's about the Colonialism they support,
conservative, liberal, left-ist, atheist or Christian,
it's Colonialism that they're unwilling to do without.
That's why they keep bringing it back,
to an October seventh attack,
because Colonialism should be fine,
unreasonable entitlement has no moral let alone rational mind,
what's yours is mine,
justifications are irrelevant,
you can keep your lives,
if you accept your fate,
pick a justification that soothes you,
just leave us to reach our end game.
This is not about October seventh,
it's about showing a complicit Global South,
what will happen to millions of them,
if western neo-Colonialism, imperialism,
spills out of their "uncivilised" mouths.
We will bomb every one of your homes,
every school.
We will call entire families,
terrorist supporters or human shields,
matters not to us the difference,
between terror and colonised resistance,
don't forget, what's yours is mine,
it must be under our control,
that's why African governments,
elected or not,
must seek approval,
to redistribute wealth,
in their own motherland, their countries' plots.
And it doesn't matter,
if redistribution of wealth,
aims to provide for all,
what matters,
is if western Colonialism,
are made to repair their souls,
and the damage of their Colonialism.
We're told repair is limited by their written laws.
Ha! Until their written laws don't matter.
Genocide, am I right?
It can't be, who asked them to put up a fight?
How dare you give us the third degree?
What about October seventh in twenty twenty-three?
You see how that works.
How precious property laws and human rights,
can suddenly be ignored.
Because, ladies and gents, it was always a game.
This is not the Colonised's shame,
to carry,
to justify,
to publicly debate,
not when Colonialism believes,
it has the right to be free and open of late.
So, our Palestine,
A boy, small and alone,
crouched down on a bank,
on land he calls home,
a uniformed pack,
predators,
arching their back,
these colonising vulturous,
stride up to our boy,
like they found a tasty snack,
they kick him with a boot,
try to drag him by his small arm,
to Lord knows where,
my heart is racing,
someone sound the alarm,
I want to scream,
but at who,
I could throw my phone at his neck,
this arrogant bully,
looking to molest a boy without help.
Don't touch him! Leave him alone!
I'm finding it hard to sit still.
Where are you God?
This can't be.
The indescribable depravity makes me ill.
>>>Strong rapture dies within the soul, while Pow'r  / Drags on his bleeding victims...If we must die—let it not be like hogs.—Claude McKay, If we must die<<<
Palestine, your children,
lived under eighty years of this Colonising shit.
If anyone touched my son,
hurt him, sick freaks,
over and over in systemic succession,
I too would sign up for war,
they can call me crazy, awful jerks.
Ma Afrika is a mother too,
like me,
she has sons that deserve liberation and rest,
from slavery, serfdom, world subordination,
from military bases and foreign satellites,
serving Colonial nations,
serving foreign interests,
elites duplicitous at every turn,
corporate, political, it doesn't matter,
post-Colonialism was a lie,
and boy did they spin that yarn full.
>>>Nature's better blessings pour / O'er every land / the Naked Nations clothe / And be th’ exhaustless granary of a world.—James Thomson, The Seasons<<<
I am sorry, Palestine,
we had no African army,
no nuclear weapons,
to say stop your shit or else,
clearly that's the only language understood,
even US army vets are showing how they're disgusted,
with what they know to be untrue,
this is a Coloniser's land grab,
and mass death and displacement is not new,
our ethnic cleansing uses international trade and funding methods,
we in Africa are Colonised too.
>>>"I am a seventeen-year [US] military veteran. I have worked within the intelligence community within the DoD [Department of Defence] and other agencies actually... And I ended up connecting with a lawyer from Gaza [in Palestine] who has now been displaced five times and is in Rafah dying of Hepatitis A...When he started dying of Hepatitis A, I got in my car, put my military uniform on and drove to Congress...pissed [off]. I was met with John Fetterman, waving his Israeli flag in my face. That was the first time in my career or as a human in America that I was like, whoa, OK, our government is super corrupt. There is something going on here that I have no idea [what this is about]. This is not about national security. This is not about self defence."—Josephine Guilbeau.<<<
I am sorry,
I am sorry,
I am sorry,
I am sorry, Rwanda and Uganda betrays,
Kenya's people are left to wonder,
we don't have anyone to fully trust,
who isn't a puppet these days.
Most of all,
I am sorry for my South African brothers,
I am sorry, for years I didn't know.
Colonialism was real.
Imperialism too.
This grotesqueness is not being reported,
in full,
back home.
I am sorry, Palestine,
I am sorry, we didn't fight,
like the Yemenis,
or college kids.
The ones getting punched at all sides.
They will blow up mobile devices,
and call that war,
sure, sure not terrorism at all,
it must be nice to get to define the word,
editing out the bits you don't want heard.
But like my boy said,
what can anyone do with sorry,
Palestine, my boy,
you're a sweet sweet child of Africa too,
we owe you true justice,
not Coloniser rhetoric,
we won't let the people who did this exclude you.
No mother who loves her son,
who has a soul or a heart,
can watch a little boy be toyed with,
by big bad bullies,
and pretend that this is a self defence alert.
Our boy in the sand,
in the hills of his motherland,
Colonialism has no place,
it constantly changes face,
lying all over,
disgracing the human race,
but you our Palestine will not be erased.
You are all of our sons,
the ones who still have a soul,
a heart,
something that sees hypocrisy,
injustice,
cruelty,
the farce,
the ones who know when one lie is exposed,
something is very much up.
You are our son, Palestine.
You are our boy.
This African sees you fully.
And fuck the entire, pro-colonising world.
>>>"The power structure inflicts pain and brutality upon the peoples then provides controlled outlets for the pain in ways least likely to upset them or interfere with the process of exploitation. The people must repudiate the channels, established as tricks and deceitful snares by the exploiter-oppressors. The people must oppose everything the oppressor supports and support everything that he opposes. If black people go about their struggle for liberation in the way that the oppressor dictates and sponsors, then we will have degenerated to the level of grovelling flunkies for the oppressor himself...The slaves have always outnumbered the slave masters. The power of the oppressor rests upon the submission of the people. When Black people really unite and rise up in all their splendid millions, they will have the strength to smash injustice."—Huey P Newton, The Black Panthers Party.<<<
God have mercy on us.
on our years of blind support,
on our leaders shepherding this evil,
and hiding it from minds and hearts.
God will judge us,
he will ask us at the gates,
who were you in this moment,
when my children were in so much pain.
God Bless Palestine and her children.
Free Palestine.
Free Palestine.
Colonialism no more.
Give back their motherland.
Free Palestine, if you're human at all.