Protests

We see the billowing of the smoke on the highways- tires on fire searing the asphalt as we all fall apart.

We hear the chanting, the cries, the cursing- as the faces of those who are still taken are laid bare for the rest of us to witness.

The cars are honking, agitation building, starred flags we can't deny billowing in the wind, draped in yellow.

The roads blocked up like us- stuck in this cycle, in this spiral, in this never ending mess.

Chaos ensues- continues- reigns- and we, the citizens of Israel are listening to the blaring of the megaphones, the silence of the governments of the world, the fruitlessness of negotiating with t*rrorists.

Everyone screams one way or another, and no one really has any answers.

They stand in the sun, choking on their grief, and the black smoke on the road, pyres that were lit 689 days ago.

And we sit in our cars, choking on it all, too.

 (Photo: Simon/Pro-Democracy Protest Movement)