This is a poem I wrote in 2005. still feel the same (Published in Human Liberation (Nakba 48) Vol 1, No 1, Sept 2005; Published also in French at ISM France http://www.france-palestine.org/Oh-Palestine ) Oh Palestine Your sisters stayed in their palaces With golden chains and shameless lies Some grinned and aided criminals... Others chose to veil their eyes Some justify rape and expulsions Others prayed to their silent gods. When you thought they had their fills In that dry June of decays, They climbed over the hills To finish the ghastly deeds Sickening became the violations Dark masses on your strong arms arms that gently lifted orphans Armenian, Circasian, Hebrew and Druze Fractures on your white breasts That gave milk to hungry babies Bruises on your gentle fingers That wiped the tears from so many eyes Your sad eyes bear their marks on a kind face that gave millions hopes Maddening deafening sounds Of violent bloody rapes Of countless lengthy reports Of motions, plans, and resolutions that sacrificed justice and truths at the altar of greedy egos Where goes the hope of children dreams? In awakening consciences? In olive trees or returning cactuses? In time, distance, or struggles? In awakening heart deep in majestic mountains? Beating beneath silent deserts? Occasionally erupting 'intifadas'? 1920..29..36..56..87...2000... The lost men hopelesly lust for power crums endlessly argue about keys While she struggles to break the doors And tear down the suffocating walls Clans and Tribes follow mirages and weaklings imagine strength in lies But in the end no one denies Your ancient spirit survives To help heal all bruises yours and ours When the sun again shines O Palestine _______________________________________________ HumanRights newsletter http://lists.qumsiyeh.org/listinfo/humanrights |
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