Frustrated at every turn,
Invisible lines not to be crossed,
Random security searches,
Only finding all liberties lost;
Or checkpoints to clock in,
To be grateful for a shekel or two,
A home is not a home,
When one’s life becomes taboo;
Constant eyes are trained,
Machine guns held at the ready,
Deliberate provocations,
Ensure all balance remains unsteady;
So Habibi threw a stone,
A piece of protest found underfoot,
A frustrated release,
That was so ineloquently put;
It bounced off the tank,
Where no one was hurt by this token,
For this, he got a bullet in the head,
And another family heartbroken.
The title is a play on the Bob Marley song ‘Johnny Was’

It breaks my heart reading such stories. Thanks for writing and talking about it.
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The anger and frustration is difficult to put down on paper with any eloquence. I gave it go. And I’ll probably keep giving it a go.
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Very true. What most decent people are feeling at this carnage is hard to articulate. But we must keep on writing
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