The Arabic in the poster translates to “The New Gaza.” Notice the callous, sardonic, and villainous tone.

Send Trump to Canada!

Number of Israel’s proven lies: too many to count

Number of consequences: 0

And another one 👇

No! There’s usually too many semi-colons.

Democrats, if your philosophy is “Rock bottom is a great foundation on which to build”… well, you’re almost there.

Nobody helped, no voices rose
The world had left me with my woes.
And so I lay upon the floor
With wounds that bled forevermore

And when I die, he'll have it all
The land, the rubble, the blood-stained walls.
He'll have "peace" within the home he stole
But never, I pray, within his soul.

END

"We won't spread your lies and rants
We've all heard your violent chants."
They turned to him. "Oh, you poor dear!
How do you ever persevere?"

"It's hard," he sighed. "Its truly hard
"They hate us just for who we are."
And when the neighbors had all gone
He sneered "It's time to mow the lawn."

"There's nowhere left for us to stand!"
He shot once more, this time my hand.
The neighbors came to hear his tale,
Of how we harmed him, made him frail.

"They throw stones," they all declared
"Unprovoked, barbaric, unfair."
"But don't you see?" I tried to cry,
"My family starves, we slowly die!"

One day, in pain, I made a stand
With all I had - a rock in hand.
I threw it hard, it struck his nose,
He raised his gun, out rang the blows.

A shot went by, by heart went numb
The bullet struck - it found my son.
"You shot my child!" I cried and kneeled
"Well... you used him as a shield!"

"And me?" I asked, my voice in dread
The officer left, no word was said.

Each day the tape moved inch by inch,
Until our space was just a pinch.

We had no light, no food, no air,
They gave us water when they cared.
We begged for help, we sent a plea
But neighbors denied our misery

"Half is fair," the stranger beamed
"Half is great," the officer deemed
"But half is loss when all was mine!"
They called me cruel. I'd crossed a line

"Seems like you won't seek out peace,"
The officer frowned, his tone decreased
He turned and handed him a gun
"For self-defense take this, my son"

"Good thought," he said, with mocking glee
"Let's call them here and see, shall we?"
An officer came, surveyed the sight
And judged both claims as just and right

"You both belong, so split the space,
A fair division, equal place."
"But this was ours before you came!"
I cried aloud, my heart aflame