Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.

Palestine

You can’t stop what’s steeped in pain,
Or hammer down the head of those
Who are willing to die in an
Ocean of blood,
Below the surface is freedom.
♞♜♝
When you raise the clenched fist:
To salute a victory?
Or strike another?
Bring another victim to the table
Let them eat the pigs, rulers of this farm.
♞♜♝
Absolutes fall from the sky.
Parents throw their arms high and look upwards for
vindication
As they carry newlyweds to the grave and stuff them into
holes
For safe keeping like tin boxes,
Limbs bent and squeezed inside.

⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.   

Palestine

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.

Palestine

You can’t stop what’s steeped in pain,
Or hammer down the head of those
Who are willing to die in an
Ocean of blood,
Below the surface is freedom.
♞♜♝
When you raise the clenched fist:
To salute a victory?
Or strike another?
Bring another victim to the table
Let them eat the pigs, rulers of this farm.
♞♜♝
Absolutes fall from the sky.
Parents throw their arms high and look upwards for
vindication
As they carry newlyweds to the grave and stuff them into
holes
For safe keeping like tin boxes,
Limbs bent and squeezed inside.

⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.   

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