Jana Taoube

they have gifted God’s land as if they have a claim 
stolen and murdered and slain 
the people similar in shade cry we share the same blood
the war waging on our land has the same source and gain
money and greed and holy land claimed by mere catastrophes
land burned and charred 
beards and beads adorning blasphemies 
destruction and death 
hidden behind history

hear my cry oh Natives of this land
it belongs to no mortal 
not of your descent or of your cousin 
Our creations are our manifestations 
So hear me loud
this food’s claim is mine 
and the ancestors before me
this dress cannot be yours
its patterns have been infinitely patented 
 
i cannot visit this land for another will deem me an enemy of the state
but dual citizenship and magic
i float and interact until a military machine with two flags 
crashes me 
                     & creates 
                                     yet another person expelled

-jt

perhaps one day we will understand that to accept the atrocities that pass every minute in silence is worse than the atrocities themselves and perhaps one day we will see that legal systems around the world fail to speak to justice and mercy and perhaps we will then see that mass incarceration and the annexation that infests this Earth will never go away so long as the land beneath us remains strangled by the dangled