The Second Hand – poetry

The Second Hand

Not a whole faith in one clenched fist—
but pulpits, ministries, and midnight clips
that take an old poison and give it a new gloss:
the Jew as puppeteer, the Jew as theft,
the blood-libel dressed as “resistance,”
a child’s textbook drawing a target on a name.

State TV loops the sermon.
A martyr poster steals a face.
A verse torn from its century
is welded to a headline,
then shipped west in English subtitles,
softened for campuses and comment threads
until “context” means don’t look too close.

The Western feed does not invent the hate.
It just likes the rhythm.
It swallows the slogan, skips the grave,
quotes the chant, ignores the charter,
calls it justice because the camera shook,
then hits share like a sacrament.

Propaganda is a relay.
Someone lights it in a studio.
Someone else runs it through a timeline
until a stranger in another country
repeats a sentence he could not source
and feels righteous for the echo.

Hatred of Jews is older than the feed.
What is new is the speed—
the way a lie can wear a keffiyeh or a cause,
cross an ocean by morning,
and teach a crowd to clap
before they learn the names of the dead.

THE SECOND HAND
slow dark rap / hymn-bass — 70 BPM, low 808, distant choir

Old poison. New gloss.
Subtitle. Share.

It don’t start in the West, it arrives in a clip
Blood-libel pressed in a martyr-poster grip
Textbook target, sermon on a midnight feed
Western mouth eat the slogan, call it need
Second hand hate in a righteous disguise
They light it there — you run it till it multiplies

Not a whole faith locked in one clenched fist
But pulpits, ministries, midnight propagandists
Jew as puppeteer, Jew as theft, same ancient list
“Resistance” painted over a blood-libel twist
State TV loop, a child’s drawing aimed
A verse ripped out of century, welded to a name
Shipped west in English, softened for the frame
Campus chant, comment thread, nobody source the claim

It don’t start in the West, it arrives in a clip
Blood-libel pressed in a martyr-poster grip
Textbook target, sermon on a midnight feed
Western mouth eat the slogan, call it need
Second hand hate in a righteous disguise
They light it there — you run it till it multiplies

The Western feed don’t invent the blade
It just love the rhythm the slogan made
Skip the grave, quote the chant, pause the charter page
Call it justice ‘cause the camera shook on stage
Hit share like a sacrament, feel clean in the rage
A sentence you couldn’t source, still you wear it on the face
Context mean don’t look — that’s the whole damn trade
Echo feel like courage when the timeline get played

Propaganda is a relay
Studio spark — ocean spray
Morning after, crowd clap first
Learn the dead last. That’s the curse.

Hatred of Jews older than the wire
What’s new is the speed of the copied fire
Keffiyeh or a cause — same payload in the choir
Cross an ocean by morning, teach a stranger to conspire
Not with a knife. With a share. With a line.
Second hand sermon in a borrowed spine
You didn’t write the poison.
You just passed the wine.

Second hand.
Don’t look too close.
Share.

Created by J.H Theart @grok @Mureka_AI

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