Riviera of Blood
They want to turn Gaza into a tourist brochure,
bury the bodies beneath five-star hotels,
a swimming pool where once the children screamed
for mothers who will never return.
Trump counts dollars per head,
twenty-three thousand profit for every displaced soul.
Netanyahu calls genocide “no longer relevant,”
though his hands still drip with phosphorus and blood.
They speak in numbers, in yields,
as if people are columns on a balance sheet,
erasable, relocatable,
with five grand in hush money stuffed in their pockets.
This is not politics.
This is plunder.
This is selling off humanity
to the highest bidder.
And we?
We watch the rubble glow on our screens,
as if history isn’t being signed again
with our silent signatures.
I say: enough.
Tear down their palaces of marble and glass.
Rip the masks from their faces.
Drag these so-called leaders, these merchants of death,
off their thrones and into the streets.
Because no Riviera can be built
on the bones of children.
No peace will ever come from their mouths,
only smoke, only lies.
It is up to us to say:
no more, never again, it ends here.
Not with negotiations,
but with resistance.
Leaked U.S. documents reveal the so-called “Riviera Plan” — a scheme to ethnically cleanse Gaza, pay Palestinians a few thousand dollars to leave, and rebuild the enclave as a tourist resort for profit. A plan that turns genocide into a real estate opportunity. Netanyahu and Trump are scheming to turn Gaza into a profit machine, erasing two million lives for a “Riviera Plan.” This is ethnic cleansing sold as real estate. Trump didn’t broker peace, he just enabled the occupation to profit from it.




Our leaders are deplorably greedy and clearly without morality or humanity