martini bloodcloud

Illustration by Beyza.

they stole my beaches and keep

fronting on the frontlines of the

sandlines they build to tear my land

apart and I want them to feel the weight of what it means to steal my

home and it’s between what I have never experienced and all I have ever

known you cannot club on stolen

land                 you are not doing us a

service             you serve the likes of

hell and all we ever get are disservices

and I am tired of being nervous

about the next child that will

die when you sip your olive garnished martinis on a cloud

of blood drenched with the sweat of my

people tears from my

eyes coming to you all the way from

heaven how can you be full of

pride when you try to shame us into

oblivion how dare you have no

shame when you eat from our

land yet burn our olive

trees to the

ground on our

ground

driving us away

from being safe and sound

how dare you have no

shame when you bomb us away into

shattered pieces painted with

melancholy and try to act with sympathy when

you are dripping in evil spitting on us with your

bloodmoney hatemoney all from the

brainwashing you sprung across the

seas as you skinnydip in our waters

try to foul play my

people but God is bigger than your

money how dare you have no

shame in front of the might

of the eyes of the Palestinian people. ◆

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Zeina is the poetry and prose editor at Sumou. She is 22 years old, Palestinian-Canadian, and engulfed in her love for poetry and writing. When she is not studying or teaching, you can find her performing her poetry, organizing events, or pondering life through writing. She constantly dreams of hopping on an airplane to live by a very blue ocean. You can find her work on her website or can message her on Instagram.