When you look to the stars, what do you see?
Do you see satellites or do you see rockets? If rockets,
do they fly or do they fall,
— take us to the moon or
— blast your homes and schools and hospitals? If satellites,
do they fly or do they fall,
— beam human connection or
— misinformation and propaganda and hate?

Food is left on my dinner plate
— while children starve in Gaza;
— I scrape it into the trash with a pang of regret
— that I cannot transport it to them,
where the storms are not rain, not wind, not thunder,
— but rockets and rubble and rage.

There's no justice in a genocide state
— hear the strength of their broken lungs