Poem by Maaz Bin Bilal

Poem by Maaz Bin Bilal

In our own lifetimes? Of another people, in another part of the world, or its many parts? Will they be vaporised, or chemical-fried, once already demonised, hung-up, lynched,  raped, crucified, shot to death, hounded in and out, blockaded, terrified? Will their children die, torn out of wombs, or drowned in the seas, bombed on beaches…

A Ghazal for Gaza

A Ghazal for Gaza

  In response to a video of the celebratory chants in Hebrew by some Israelis following the bombings in Gaza, which translate as: “No children are left there, Olé, Olé”.   Four young footballers were playing on the beach, When men went coursing, preying on the beach. They built castles high up into the skies,…