I wish I was not the gasoline
that flowed from your head to your toes
nor the flames that lit up your body
I wish that i was not the smoke signals
that reverberated across the world
mourned and embraced in Gaza
And for a short while,
a miniscule minute
shook the ruling classes of the world
As you cried out for an end to the slaughter
an end to the genocide
And for a FREE PALESTINE
I wish that more people
Will speak out and reject that uniform of empire
which curses, robs and oppresses the peoples of the world
I wish that Aaron was alive together,
throwing stones alongside Amar, Sofia and Ghassan
in Gaza City, Ramallah or Jerusalem
But like them,
…thirty-five thousand and more every day
You fell in the line of duty
The martyrs of Palestine
dressed in white calico cloth
and you in your casket
have your special place above
adorned by the most fragrant flowers from all the peoples of the world
I wish you a good rest, comrade
Hamba Kahle
I wish you the best
for your immediate family and loved ones
I wish you the warm embrace of international solidarity and
to the other warriors out there
Aaron Bushnell took his own life
Outside the embassy of genociders
in the USA – the land of the enablers
Aaron fell because of the media, and all the misleaders of his own country
stood by and watched…
As human flesh cemented with rubble in the unfolding holocaust
Aaron took his life so that a Free Palestine may live
On this day 25 of the second month of the year
And you were only 25 years old
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