By Admin, 15/11/2024
Sir Kid Starver stands with words sharp and sly,
A human rights lawyer, a mask, a lie.
In Gaza, two million, starved and confined,
Children and mothers left shattered, maligned.
He denies the siege, turns away from the cries,
Beneath falling rubble and bomb-stricken skies.
“We defend the just,” he proclaims with pride,
Yet supplies the arms that fuel genocide.
Israeli occupation’s steel in his hand,
Feeds the flames that consume a lost land.
But truth rises fierce, though silenced and blurred;
No lie can hold back the reckoning stirred.