POETIC LICENCE: RABBIE SERUMULA
May 22, 2021
2 minutes
THE ground underneath their feet is pulsating.
Palestinian people are palpitating. Projectiles propelled to their placement.
Bomb shelters as basements.
But even from there you can hear spirits separate from flesh.
The wailing, the wrecking, the levelling, the tearing down of their lineage.
Demolition, destruction, explosions
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