Kessel Colantanio

“The Soldiers, the Women, the Men
Resilience made of steel, indestructible faiths
Able to withstand dehumanization
Able to withstand atrocities
Able to withstand acts of barbarity

The Soldiers, the Women, the Men
They march through the rubble
They march through the rocks naked
They march through the shadows of hopelessness
Casted by the fire being rained upon them.

The Soldiers, the Women, the Men
Their spirits and faiths like ancient Oak
Will bend, but won’t break or be thrown into oblivion
Their souls face the darkest hour of humanity
Our leaders too impotent to spark the radiance.

The Soldiers, the Women, the Men
Waiting for the inevitable, hoping for the help
Watching the jets and armed aggressors killing bystanders
Watching the unarmed go against the heavily armed
They protect them, they fight the fight

The Soldiers, the Women, the Men
In trenches and rubble deep,
They clasp each others’ calloused hands
They hold onto lifeless babies
The poor innocent decapitated little, bundles of joy

The Soldiers, the Women, the Men
Their inhuman acts of killing innocents
Their inhumane lies and speeches
The bloodthirsty Zionists
The heartless oppressors, worse than Nazis.

The Soldiers, the Women, the Men
Holding onto their children, waiting for bombs
Holding onto their lives, waiting for another bullet
The savages will always venerate savagery
The innocents will stay innocent.”

Kessel Colantanio