You’re looking
straight into my eyes so that I may
dispatch teenagers to the army
and shape their future.
Here I am armed on street corners,
inside tanks, on the roofs,
staring into space, omnipresent, constantly working,
dispossessing slumber from its lids,
causing panic, caprice, unintended murder.
Can you address me
with reason, without it all falling apart,
your adages, myths, and creeds?
- Maya Abu-Alhayyat, "Fear"
Full tracklist at https://keraunograph.org/terminal/2023/11/01/terminal-evening-12-life-during-wartime/
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