A rave and massive concentration camp
They danced, they raved
outside the world’s biggest concentration camp
a Quarter Pounder outside an apartheid wall
Morning,
one by one,
the children in their pajamas,
loving parents snuggle,
climb a warm wondrous family bed,
a warmth that should be all and larger
as their neighbors own no air, water, sky, border, nor energy,
as their neighbors have
no
right to live
unless they vanish in time or cede every fucking thing they are
They call blood ketchup,
love savagery,
prison breaks inhumane
in the headquarters of the colonial occupation,
in the halls of the empire
They always do,
the walls come down
They try to last laugh and bomb you into the ground when they blame
you for their own sins.
Instead, you stand together and cleanse them of their crimes with the
messy guns of history.
We always do,
the walls come down
In a noon day sparkle,
at the center of the world,
biked youths smile next to separate roads for the indigenous
Freeze.
You see the live ghosts,
touchable outlines,
smells that penetrate the very atoms of the universe
For razed villages and buildings cannot be suffocated under a gated settlement
or the rubble
or erased by a genocide machine
Stolen homes reclaimed,
the walls come crashing fucking down to the exultation of an entire human
race that will one bright fucking day be human
