
These rocks out weigh your tanks
These rocks we pluck from the earth
Stones crumbled
What was once a place of worship
Now a rock quarry
Buildings reduced to nothingness
These rocks
I hurl these rocks at your tank
This gesture sounds useless
Futile in the gaze of military weapons
Missiles shot into the heavens
Same place we send our prayers of relief
Only theirs come back faster
These rocks are a symbol
Not of foolishness
Nor of insanity
But of the same courage that David had
Fighting against a powerful oppressor
Armed with nothing more
Then a sling
And these rocks
How do you honor David by becoming Goliath
There is no peace in the Middle East
No words to describe what we see
But I have a few
Murder
Annihilation
Ethnic cleansing
Holocaust
Extermination
These rocks
We stand on rocks
We sit on the rocks
We sleep on rocks
We die on rocks
These rocks
Are a symbol of a countries spirit
How do you watch these atrocities and feel nothing
The limbs of children taken from young bodies
The missing eye of a grandmother struck by shrapnel
The deafness of a three month old baby from close range bomb & missile strikes
All to defend the land they have lived on for centuries
Semi automatic weapons
7.62 shells cover the ground
RPG‘s fly to the sky
All against these rocks
About the Creator
DonJuan Carter-Woodard
I am a poet. I am a realist. I am the bullhorn in your ear as you sleep urging you to stay woke
Realizes the collective will to change often needs a catalyst to set the wheels of social & cultural evolution in motion.
These are my thoughts


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