We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call my own
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own
I’d feel better dead
- Nutshell (Alice in Chains)

I am Gaza. A strip of land, 
stripped down to the bone. 
Till nothing’s left, save a carcass. 
I am Gaza, stripped of all dignity. 
Like a canvas,
blank but bloodied, 
my surface like a Jackson Pollock painting…
time cannot erase 
rivers of dried, splattered blood 
turned maroon and burgundy with time…
What lies beneath me, buried deep, memories of violence, 
Six-day war, 60 years of conflict
I am Gaza.
I am history, I am geography, 
I am politics, I am geo-politics, 
I am genocide.
I am war, in the air, on land
I am British, I am Israeli, I am Jewish, 
I am Arab, I am Iranian
I am Palestinian. I am Syrian, 
I am Egyptian
I am Hamas, I am landmass, 
I am land-locked. I am land-mined. I am rubble.
I am Gaza.
My land has been bombed, bayonetted, bazookaed. Battered.
I lie naked. 
No different from my victims, paraded, pillaged.