Silence

A poem by Jess Semaan

Silence. There is a genocide. I mean a sale, a holiday sale, a one day holiday sale. For every body, ten bodies. For everybody, a sale.

Silence. There is a truce. There is a truth no one will tell you, the truth is our blood is not for sale.

Silence. There is a sale.

100 bodies for unlimited oil

1,000 bodies for “I don’t have capacity for this”

10,000 bodies for more land to settle

100,000 bodies for small talk and yoga classes, uninterrupted

1,000,000 bodies for never having to ask why

Silence. There is a genocide and a sale. I mean there is no genocide, only a sale. Only a sale and apathy and irony and cruelty.