I am not sure I can fit

all that my occupier hates 

into a single list. 

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He hates my being, 

so he kills us by the tens of thousands.

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He hates my laughter,

so he bombs and burns my days to misery. 

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He hates my sleep, 

so his jets and rockets roar all night.  

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He hates my smile, 

so he awakes me into nightmares.  

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He hates our heroes,

so he invents his Wonder Woman, Gal. 

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He hates the Torah’s villains, 

so he calls us Amalekites and slays us in their place. 

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He hates Allah and Jesus, 

so he desecrates our mosques, churches, and hospitals.

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He hates my books,

so he burns and buries them in rubble.

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He hates my flesh, 

so he leaves my rotting body to the dogs.  

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He hates my children,

so he beheads them with his snipers and tanks. 

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He hates the truth, 

so he kills our journalists and sells his propaganda. 

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He hates our students,

so he shells and shoots them in their schools.   

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He fears our poetry, 

so he kills our poets, not knowing each death writes another line.

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