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I love these people!

 

I am the Palestinian fury

I am the diaspora

The exile

The lack of travel documents

The absence of an identity card

The prison cell

I am interrogation

The beating and torture

Watch out for my anger

I have not much patience for injustice

Patience has its limitations

I am administrative detention

I am rubber bullets

I am house demolitions

I am deportation

I am

El-haram el-Ibraheimi

Deir Yassin

Sabra and Shateila

Tal el-Za'tar

Al-Aqsa...

I am the Zionist officer slapping me

across the face

I am the humiliation of a foreign check point

in my homeland

I am prison cells and execution squads in Arabia

I am terrorism and xenophobia in the West

I am Tear gas cannisters

I am Al-quds

I blossom from the agony of my people

I survive and return to my homeland with victory

I am the haunting refugee returning

The incessant memory returning

The Palestinian of 48

The Palestinian of 67

The Palestinian of 98

The Palestinian of 2001

(The latest and best car model in refugee market)

The insomnia in my occupier's bed

the menage a trois when he sleeps with his wife

I am the Intifada

Five hundred thousand rocks hurled at once

A Klashinkov

I am the tameness of a wedding song

The conviction of Palestinian Dabkeh steps

The infatuation with the land

I am wrapped in the red, black, white, and green

I am resilience, virtue, and pride

I am the tenderness of a young Palestinian lady's

Palm and chest, her femininity, her strength,

her mother-ness

I am a Palestinian man's

resilience, loyalty, and kindness

I am

Palestinian children's conviction that they will return someday

 

I am Palestinian

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by L.M.Hashim (Um Ahmad)

 

Watch Me Bleed

 

 

 

Come, my brother, enter herein - enter my life.

You wanted to know. You wanted to see. Come taste my strife.

 

 

You speak of peace so easily - not knowing my war - not feeling my pain.

Your "justice for all" is only "justice for few" while the guilty remain.

 

 

You want us to put our weapons down, while their weapons persist.

For you - easy talk. For you- food, family and freedom exist.

 

 

It might make you feel good to speak out on aggression and say that you care.

But that does not give you license to make my decisions while I am not there.

 

 

You set up your conferences to "educate others" on our situation.

Yet, you pick your own speakers to represent us while we lose our nation.

 

 

You say you are with us and convince all around you it is peace that you seek.

You say you will listen. You say you will hear us, but you won't let us speak.

 

 

And you with the peace signs, organizing your marches, please only yourselves.

You think your good thoughts can alone change the world like your signs on the shelves.

 

 

You must face reality You think it is simple - it simply is not.

Reality is watching your land taken away and your relatives shot.

 

 

Two fingers up does not stop a bullet and make everything right.

Righteous indignation does you no good if you won't see the light.

 

 

You ask lots of questions, but won't hear our answers about what we need.

The only thing left is for me to invite you to come watch me bleed...

Permission is given by the author of this beautiful poem to publish this piece on this web site. Any duplication of this poem must be requested in advance to umahmad@aol.com

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Rage

By Unknown Poet

 

Let our churches burn!

Bomb our schools!

Don't let the Children Learn!

Pollute our water!

Destroy our Crops!

Place economic sanctions!

BLOW UP THE DOME OF THE ROCK!!

 

Rip the streets!

Burn the books!

Deny the truth!

Build on the land you took!

Shoot our boys!

Beat our wives!

Rape our daughters!

END OUR LIVES!!!

 

And when the world asks why, begin to lie!

Say our rocks hurt bad, and infringe on your human rights!

So go ahead and shoot your guns!

Drop your bombs!

Aim A-K's at a group of the young!

But we'll never give up!

We'll never lose touch!

For every two you kill...

ANOTHER BUS WILL BLOW UP!!

 

"I WOULD RATHER DIE ON MY FEET,

THAN LIVE ON MY KNEES."

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Originally posted by Grant_Wood

Rage

By Unknown Poet

 

Let our churches burn!

Bomb our schools!

Don't let the Children Learn!

Pollute our water!

Destroy our Crops!

Place economic sanctions!

BLOW UP THE DOME OF THE ROCK!!

 

Rip the streets!

Burn the books!

Deny the truth!

Build on the land you took!

Shoot our boys!

Beat our wives!

Rape our daughters!

END OUR LIVES!!!

 

And when the world asks why, begin to lie!

Say our rocks hurt bad, and infringe on your human rights!

So go ahead and shoot your guns!

Drop your bombs!

Aim A-K's at a group of the young!

But we'll never give up!

We'll never lose touch!

For every two you kill...

ANOTHER BUS WILL BLOW UP!!

 

"I WOULD RATHER DIE ON MY FEET,

THAN LIVE ON MY KNEES."

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"I am a Palestinian, you might know what is the meaning of being a "Palestinian". If you don't, I will have the pleasure to tell you... It is like passing safely between two bullets all the time; you are living the complexity of fear, awe, love, and sacrifice in every moment of your life."

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Rage

By Unknown Poet

 

Let our churches burn!

Bomb our schools!

Don't let the Children Learn!

Pollute our water!

Destroy our Crops!

Place economic sanctions!

BLOW UP THE DOME OF THE ROCK!!

 

Rip the streets!

Burn the books!

Deny the truth!

Build on the land you took!

Shoot our boys!

Beat our wives!

Rape our daughters!

END OUR LIVES!!!

 

And when the world asks why, begin to lie!

Say our rocks hurt bad, and infringe on your human rights!

So go ahead and shoot your guns!

Drop your bombs!

Aim A-K's at a group of the young!

But we'll never give up!

We'll never lose touch!

For every two you kill...

ANOTHER BUS WILL BLOW UP!!

 

"I WOULD RATHER DIE ON MY FEET,

THAN LIVE ON MY KNEES."

 

 

:eek: :eek: :eek:

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