This violence is not senseless, it is intentional. Human beings are being maimed by bombs, dropped by Israel and funded by you and I–we citizens of these United States. How is it that our bodies do not cry out at the ripping of another’s flesh? How dare we continue to celebrate the sweet swells of American summer while innocent people–long surviving in an Open Air Prison, without drinkable water–burn under the might of American technology, apathy and blind alliance toward our belligerent 51st state? My stomach turns. My soul is restless. Yet I am here, living, while someone’s father, daughter, mother, son, sister and abuela is dead. Hospitals destroyed. Schools–no more. We have no place for the living or the dying. This is the way of our 51st state–our last state in Apartheid.