Rain pelts heavy on my roof
And though I was aloof to the vapor in the early day, it did rise
Like an assault, the rain roared through my windows, making drum beats overhead
I spend a moment afraid
As if the rain were a raid
But then I remember unlike raids, this rain brings life
I wonder what flowers will grow from this concrete
I wonder what followers will grow from this conflict
Do not be surprised when the tree you starved does not bear fruit
But instead bears arms
I think of the rain
The rain that feeds the grass they feed upon
In the land of flowing milk and honey, why are so many hungry?
Why, in the land of the lamb, are people carelessly slaughtered?
I digress; there can’t be a resolution, can there?
It can’t be that simple, can it?
It can’t be so easy, can it?
“No no I’m on both sides”; can it.
Forgive me for my delivery, but deliverance never comes on a silver platter
My ancestors’ blood splatter
Is why I’d die on the matter
That equality to oppressors feels like oppression
I will never with this DNA
Straight from the IRA
Defend the IDF
And its ethnostate
Don’t get it twisted
In case you missed it
There is a purpose to the violence that the violent-natured will misconstrue
Like rain that grows meadows in debris, this resistance breathes life
If you did not wish for violence, you should not have made it necessary
If you did not wish for resistance, you should not have made it a necessity
If you did not want the rain to pour, you shouldn’t have cut off the water
