When the dancers take the floor
Like the spokespersons, DoD
Why wouldn’t you step out, and exit?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the media anchors shouting loud
Why wouldn’t you step out, disbelief the lies?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the buffoons in the press conference
Why wouldn’t you step out, and spit?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the warmongers crying foul
Why wouldn’t you step out, demand peace?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the ruling elites trading wars
Why wouldn’t you step out, and revolt?
When the dancers take the floor
Like the intellectuals fooling around
Why wouldn’t you step out, speak the truth?
***DoD. Department of Defense
©NilavroNill 17th April 2024
Tag: Politics
Gaza 2023-2024
(Remembering the murdered journalists in Gaza)
The last time
They buried me
Under the rubles
With my eyes closed
Dragging my belongings
Over my head
Closer to my face
I knew the rockets
Fired upon my home
In the middle of the night
Precisely addressed with
My name, my location
My deeds, my fights
My truths, my oaths
They knew it so well
I’ would keep on debunking
Their lies, their sin
All those false narratives
With precise timings
Dates and hours
With documentation, proofs
They had no idea
Even a thousand deaths
Could never ensure their pretexts
Burying me and others
Under the rubles everyday
Wouldn’t be enough
To hide the Holocaust
©NilavroNill 16th April 2024
NilavroNill Shoovro
Nowhere To Hide
Turn your eyes. Look, no place is safe
Nowhere to go. Nowhere to escape
Only the open sky, under the bombardments
Constant and relentless, without any relief
Explosives, exploding from above,
Killing the people, under the siege
Making them homeless, dead, wounded
Nowhere to live, even in their homeland
And many others, living in their home, healthy
And many others, sleeping every night in peace
And many others, having an excellent time
Even many others, poets with choice of their words
Look for yourself, those, supporting the genocide
Look for yourself, those, enjoying the massacres
Look for yourself, those, celebrating the bombardments
Look for yourself, those, wishing an ethnic cleansing
Oh! Yes, they can support anything, they wish
Oh! Yes, they can wish annihilations of anyone
Oh! Yes, they can celebrate others’ deaths
Oh! Yes, they can enjoy their fundamental rights
Turn your eyes. Look, children are dying
Turn your eyes. Look, parents are mourning
Turn your eyes. Look, orphans are crying
Turn your eyes. Look, peoples are burning alive
The occupying force destroyed homes, hospitals
The occupying force destroyed schools, refugee camps
The occupying force destroyed hopes, dreams
The occupying force destroyed peace, Palestine
And you! What are you doing right now?
And you! What are you thinking about?
And you! What are you feeling in your heart?
And you! What are you waiting for? Then…
No, I cannot accuse you of your inaction
No, I cannot force you to follow anything
No, I cannot request you something, you don’t like
No, I cannot show you anything, you wouldn’t see
Then, who’ll keep the record? Every day…
Then who’ll narrate the truth? Somehow…
Then who’ll judge the crimes? One day…
Then who’ll restore the sanity? If possible…
29th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
War Crimes
It is really sad,
You unmasked your face
And your eyes, both
Left and the right
Dry and empty
Not even a tiny little drop
Of your crocodile tears
Produced and nurtured before…
Your eyes, both
Left and the right
Like drought ridden fields
Motionless, staring
Watching the people
Dead, wounded and the homeless
The orphaned children and
The childless parents…
It is really sad,
You revealed your heart
Stubborn, biased
Adamant, die-hard
Hollow and empty
Not even the fake anxieties
Of your manufactured emotions
Produced and nurtured before…
Your heart, inward
And beyond the surface
Like the dead sea, died long ago
Evolving around the
Racial stupidities, hatred
Maintaining political silence
Witnessing the massacres
Witnessing the genocide
It is really sad,
You unveiled your soul
The entire spectrum
Crocked, sneaky
Immoral and remorseless
Not even any false projection
Manipulative and deceptive
Produced and nurtured before…
Your soul, unhinged
Exalted and proud enough
To celebrate an ethnic cleansing
Dancing to the tune of war cries
Composed by the zealots,
Waiting every day for more and more
War crimes, new massacres
New massacres more war crimes!
28th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
In Palestine And Palestine
No grass, green
Fresh like the newborns,
Only the burnt-out terrene
Covered with ashes,
Of human fleshes,
Of human hopes
Of human love, to live on
To live on peacefully
To live on profoundly
To live on independently
With liberty and freedom
With dignity and honor
No place, secured
Not even hospitals, shrines
Only the rubbles, debris
Covered with bloods,
Of the children
Of the mothers
Of the fathers, alive or killed
Leaving the parents behind
Leaving the children behind
Leaving the homeland behind
Without any fight or resistance
Without any help or assistance
No end, solution
Ultimate, as needed since long
Only large-scale genocide
Covered with lies,
Of the war-criminals
Of the Zionist regime
Of the paid media, driving
The false narratives
The mass-consents
The supremacists dream
Unrestrained or uncontested
Unchecked or unhindered
No sky, blue
Not even the air to breathe
Only the relentless bombing
Covered with fire
Of racial hatred
Of racial enmity
Of racial hostility, to kill
The innocents
The unarmed
The besieged
In hundreds and thousands
In Palestine and Palestine
26th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
Executioners Song
It is time to shoot the Arabs
It is time to celebrate the kill
It is time to attack the cities
It is time to bomb the homes
It is time to destroy the population
It is time to enjoy the massacres
It is time to expedite ethnic cleansing
It is time to execute the genocide
It is time to inflict pains
It is time to create the famine
It is time to expand the siege
It is time to ensure more deaths
It is time to occupy the entire land
It is time to deny the war crimes
It is time to achieve the goal
It is time to celebrate the success
It is time to establish the supremacy
It is time to dance unashamed
It is time to create history
It is time to bury Palestine
25th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
Morning In Gaza Streep
Every morning
Is darker than the others,
The mornings already past
In the history…
Sun is not enough
For the mornings
With new dead bodies
With torn limbs
Everywhere under the rubbles,
Beyond the reach of human tolerance
Beyond the reach of wildest premonition
Beyond the reach of the protesters
Standing in solidarity
Standing in unison
Standing in bewilderment
In rage, helplessly
Shocked, horrified alarmed
Tensed, grieved and stunned
Occupying the streets in millions…
In cities in capitols
Every morning
Is darker than the others,
The mornings already past
In the history…
Mornings are mere numbers
Unmasking new faces
Hypocrite, cruel unscrupulous
Biased, supremacist
Faces without soul
Faces without heart
Faces without any repentance
Evil and demonic
Politicians, diplomats
Leaders, preachers
Writers’ intellectuals,
And the poets
Even the poets, many in numbers, writing…
Not a single word, mourning
The dead, killed and being murdered
Every day in Gaza Streep!
23rd December 2023
©NilavroNill
Thousands Of Dead Children
How can I see children to die
Every day in hundreds
How can I sustain these pains
As I have no means to save them
How can I keep myself silent
Watching an ongoing genocide
How can I walk alongside those
The poets without any soul
How can I read their poems
As if everything is quite normal
How can I believe them again
Their words without tears for the dead
How can I forget them ever, without
A single word against ethnic cleansing
How can I forgive me, if I too
Maintain such political silence
How can I face myself again
If ever, I follow poets like them
How can they justify their stand
Sanding by the oppressors, occupiers
How can they believe themselves
As a poet, their words will survive?
How can we get along again
With thousands of dead children
……………………in between?
18th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
Living In Death
One more day of massacre
One more day of genocide
One more day of mass killings
One more day of denial
……………………of war crimes
One more day of starvation
One more day of occupation
One more day of oppression
One more day of betrayal
……………………of humanity
One more day in the open prison
One more day in the killing fields
One more day in concentration-camp
One more day in the ruins
……………………in Palestine
One more day in subjugation
One more day in depression
One more day in dejection
One more day in pains
………………….. in desperation
One more day without peace
One more day without liberty
One more day without freedom
One more day without sanity
………………….. without any hope
One more day without medicine
One more day without treatment
One more day without hospital
One more day without serenity
………………….. without any help
One more day, as usual as ever
One more day, since Nakba
One more day, as the continuation
One more day, unlike the others
…………………… Living in death
One more day, born in Palestinian
One more day, as destined to die
One more day, under the bombardment
One more day, unlike the others
………………….., Living in death
13th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
The Last Revolutionary
I’ll return back again Like the combat forces Trying to regain all… The lost grounds The lost confidence The lost esteem, pride I’ll return back again One fine morning Like the fresh winds Hoping to extend A few more breaths To the dying comrades I’ll return back again With stronger faiths Stretching the convictions To the limits, just like the Little child trying best To walk on its own feet I’ll return back again Like the lost shadows Of the dead warriors Trying to figure out the Mistakes, wrong strategies… Flipping through the pages Of the unfinished epic 15th August 2023 ©NilavroNill
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