Routine.
Let the children play.
Let the children die.
Let no one speak.
Shut it down.
Let nothing be said,
for it is self-defence:
our right,
our place,
so turn your eyes blind.

The powerful shall have
their day,
their brutal way,
for the sake of
the military machine,
for the sake of land and
ancestral rights,
for the enemy is at hand
and we must respond,
they utter,
and this is the righteous way.

Let the children die from
disease, from the bombs
from on high,
from the bullets sprayed
like rain in a barren land,
die in the dust and the rubble,
and let’s make our eyes blind
not assign blame,
not use the word ‘free’,
not whisper ‘genocide’,
and not remember another
time when killing was routine,
sanitised, justified,
and complete.

 

27/9/2026