A cycle repeating itself

A snake eating its own tail

A tragedy, a comedy.

Deep into organising the 67^th action this week

Ding-Ding, my phone sings

It never stops buzzing

I’m in demand

I’m useful, I’m exhausted

I want to believe that we’re making a difference!

But they just signed a new $100 million dollar weapons contract

People are waking up

But the city is asleep

Disagreements, fear, trauma and insecurities simmer on a fire of community organising and rallies, sparked by an ongoing genocide that keeps us awake at night

And asleep during the day

Power struggles and suspicions

Red flags and competitions

While their blood mixes with flour

Another aid massacre

While they’re lining their pockets

Another raid, another burnt out comrade

My friend once told me

The snake eats itself

Regurgitating one burnt out activist after another

A revolution shredded apart by its own splintering claws

Muffled by its own chants

Burnt by its own boomeranging Molotovs