No need for my whole Palestinian name,
just use my first and last.
No need to introduce the olive trees
or the destruction on every home,
For those need no introduction;
everyone should already know
of the boys holding slingshots and stones,
and the ice cream trucks with bodies instead of cones.
It’s a conversation beyond old,
But not as old
as Palestinian bones.
I said enough–
of the hecklers and the haters and the
flicked fingers and the Bibi defenders and
the hey hey’s and the ho ho’s and the
occupation that never seems to go because
Genocide Joe–
cares about all the hostages but
the ones in the Open Air Prison.