Thinking of Gaza

I am, you fm.
I am, you pm.
I am anthem
of a stateless country,
i am tv
no one tuned in
and fades of grey
express my evil,
shatter my soul
in a marketing ad
i have no space for,
in this sick system
i am a weepy muffler
with billions of dreams
to shout
but only air piteously
voices out
and one bloody one creative religious doubt:
dear faith
dear fate
dear life
dear death
can i make mistakes
or
is everything going good
and it is/was it just supposed to be my destiny to fail?