Poetry for Palestine

 

 

To those zionists thieves and murderers who rattle on about peace but have deaf ears to the word JUSTICE

 

They blather about understanding, but are blinded to their crimes of theft, violence and superiority that thwart any hope of reconciliation.

 

   

Those who claim that peace can be achieved without stopping their apartheid, human right abuses, supremacy, arrogance, oppression and occupation

 

Pay attention mouthpieces of Hasbara lies and deceit

 

WHEN I, along with the seven million Palestinian refugees are allowed to return back home

 

AND when all the refugees are compensated for all the years of agony in exile

 

AND when you bring to an end all forms of your aggression, violence, and terror and land theft

 

AND when you release ALL Palestinian abductees

 

AND when you give back all the land stolen from us by the might of your guns

 

AND when you freeze the illegal flood of Jewish colonizers who deluge from all over the world

 

AND when you dismantle all the illegal colonies

 

AND when you terminate all your stock of arms and WMS

 

 THEN and ONLY then you could come to talk to us about peace and about the future.

 

But until then, we reserve the right to resist your oppression and crimes until you -willingly or unwillingly- change your evil ways and stop your terror and theft.

 

And btw you wouldn’t be doing us a favour if and when you stop your terror, and when and if you give us our land and our rights back

 

It’s the least you could do to save your disfigured souls

 

The favour is not to us at all, but rather to your poor scorched souls that you managed to allow it to sink so low in wickedness, corruption and inhumanity by acts of theft, terror and with lies as the icing on the cake to justify your ugly crimes

  

Despite all the armaments, arsenal and WMD that you have, all of this might you brag about, is absolutely zilch in our eyes; simply because it’s artificial, it’s an outer superficial shell that masks your pathetic, scrawny and shaky reality.

It is not authentic strength

That’s why when I address you, I look through this camouflage, I see only your essence; feeble weak, dependent, spineless who hide behind guns and tanks to conceal your frail entity

Yet on the other hand, we have nothing of the “impressive” weapons that you possess; but we feel much more powerful, even our little ones, and that’s because our strength -that you will never defeat- is genuine, it comes from within

The equation is simple:

you have the MIGHT but we have the RIGHT,

 And

RIGHT is greater than MIGHT

And

 The light of truth is more potent than the gloom of falsehood

That’s why we need no hasbara; the truth flows from our hearts to our lips to people’s hearts like a stream; powerful, pure and simple

We have nothing to hide, for our conscience is clear

Nothing to fear, for our inner strength is real

 

Your threats, aggression and lies are hollow

They mean NOTHING to us

 

Truth and lies

Lies
like to be groomed

To
be prepared in advance

Artificially
manufactured

Laughable,
not in a funny way

No amount of make-up can hide its ugly
face

No trimming or adding can make it flow in
lucidity

Still-born,
incoherent, pitiable and frail

Unpleasant
to the ear as much to the heart

…

TRUTH
however, is spontaneous

Honest, eloquent and natural

It has a power of its own

The glory of truth has the qualities of
light

No amount of darkness could kill or
obscure

Delicate, sublime, inspiring and pure

Breathtaking
with its splendour

Like
a waterfall;

It
flows gracefully from the heart

Needs
no training for her to shine

Powerful,
relentless, elegant and beautiful

Alhamdulillah

 

 

Do this you
lose….. Do that I win

 

No fear in
my heart

 

 

You could
imprison me!

 

With that
you ONLY imprison my physical body

My joyful soul
you cannot restrain

Out of your
reach

Forever FREE

Floating in
contentment, tranquillity and peace

Watching
your despondent captive souls

Behind bars
of your aggression and hostility

Walls of
your guilt, fear and insecurity

 

 

You could
kill me!

 

But my
poetry is unassailable

The minds of
many already impregnated with my words

As soon as
you make me a martyr

Those seeds
would be infused with life

 

Hubs of love
   

Like rays of
sunshine… warm… tender… invigorating

Giving birth
to a jubilant dawn

 

Hubs of love
   

Like summer
rain… pure… cleansing… revitalizing

 
Gushing
through hearts and minds

 

Hubs of love
 

They’d bloom
and multiply

Budding…
buoyant hope

 

 

 

No escape

 

In my heart dwells the pain of the oppressed

Rivers of their wounds pour down

Drenching the ocean of my sorrow

 

I am the voice of the voiceless

The howl of little ones as they fade away

 

My whispers shoot like bullets

In the ears of the wicked

My words explodes

Before his eyes

Muting his lies

 

He looks away

Pretending not to see

Not to hear

My murmurs pierce his bubble

My tortured shadow follows

No escape

 

He runs to bed

Covers his head

Sleep might rid him of me

 

My chopped limps chase his dream

He drowns in my tears

In my blood

Unable to breathe

Unable to cry

No escape

 

Time passes

…………………

……………………

……………………

 Then he dies

……………………

…………………….

…………………….

Only to be greeted with my smile

He’d hoped he’d never see

As he was chained and dragged away

To meet his deeds

 

No escape

 

26 – 12- 2007