Poetry 4 Palestine

[diamond lady]

[SIZE=+2]WE THE PEOPLE OF PALESTINE[/SIZE]

We the people of Palestine, torn from our lands and living in exile;
Under curfew and surrounded by barbed wire inside a country that
demeans and humiliates us; Holding on to property deeds while caged
in squalid fetid refugee camps.

We the people of Palestine,
dispossessed,
defenseless,
devastated and
violated;

Evicted from our homes by force to make room for another people.
We the peoplle of Palestine, united in one humiliated voice
Say to the people of the World
"lay your eyes upon us and DO NOT TURN AWAY."

Look at our tortured and dehydrated children.
Hear our muted men and women who languish in Israeli prisons without
charge or trial.

If you touch the earth that is Palestine, you will feel its fright in
the tremors of Israeli bulldozers
Razing our villages and demolishing our homes.

You will feel the sad cries of our uprooted olive trees with which we
share an ancient kinship.

We the people of Palestine crave the taste of human dignity where
references to us in zoological terms by state officials is not
tolerated.

We dream of freedom that chimes from the hilltops to the beat of our debkas,
Where men, women and children move freely throughout the land.

We yearn to watch our children be children
And know, as much as any parent can know,

That they will never have to witness their parents or siblings being
beaten by soldiers.

We the people of Palestine want to return to our homes.
We want liberty and life.

We want peace that falls within the boundaries of international law
One written in terms of human rights and liberty
And one fulfilled in the context of justice.

We the people of Palestine remain despite the unspeakable.
We will continue to call for our rights
We will not disappear, but only grow.

For you see,
Our cause is a righteous one
From which WE will NEVER turn away.

written by Susanne Abulhawa

 

[diamond lady]

Dear Anne Frank,

I wept at your diary, Anne,
And should I read it again

Your plight, I'd sorrow still.
A beast was loosed in Germany

That purged your people from their promised land,
And brought you pain and death;
-While the world,
Not knowing,
Went quietly on its way-

But now I've been a pilgrim, Anne.
To a not so Holy Land,
Granted to survivors

Who did deserve a promised place called home.
While there I heard the piteous stories
Of other dispossessed;
Called from homes in dark of night,
Bound, driven to a distant border,
Dumped, and never seen again.

I've seen the fear in children's eyes,
Watched them schooled behind barbed wire
Within the range o zionist guns.

Oh Anne, that yours should do to others
What has been done to them;

-While the whole world,

Went quietly on its way-
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[diamond lady]

The words of a Palestinian man.

''The world stood silent, while we urged for help. The world turned their heads, while we were being slaughtered. The world turned deaf to our screams for help. They laughed with joy to the screams of pain, and sipped on their liquor while amusing themselves listening to the screams of the raped ones. They were more amused to learn what pain can make one do. The world watched our falling bodies and watched us bleed.

We knew then that we were all alone.

Do you know what it is like to see your father being beaten to death?

Do you know what it is like seeing your mother being raped?

Do you know what it is like seeing your unborn child forced out of your wife's tummy with a knife?

Do you know what it is like when you hold your child in pieces?

Do you know what is like when a human is degraded out of his humanity?

Do you know what it is like watching your life being shattered and being raped of your dreams?

Do you know what it is like being oppressed and being deprived of your freedom?

I am sure you don't because if you did, you would have never called me a terrorist.

Are we terrorists because we said "NO MORE? Are we terrorists because we refused to be sub-human? Are we terrorists because we retaliated? Are we terrorists because we interrupted your joy of watching us bleed? Or are we terrorists because our love for Palestine is simply so deep?

Did I hurt your feelings? Did I make you cry? Did I turn your stomach with disgust? Or should I just let you watch me bleed?''.


very powerful!

we should never forget that turning a blind eye to oppression and watching from the sidelines is itself oppression.

 

[In Between Man]

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saint immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between

But the timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

Oh! Could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy thoughts that rise,
And see that Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes --

Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Could fright us from the shore.


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[diamond lady]

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=fcT3V-U3RUg

one of my favorite poems , its called '' hate ''

 

[In Between Man]

one of my favorite poems , its called '' hate ''

that's one of ur fav's?

some lady trying to justify hate?

here's one of my fav's

I think I shall never see,
A poem as lovely as tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that look at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Al Kilmer

 

[Vanni Fucci]

146. A Passion of my Lord of Essex

Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex (1566–1601)


HAPPY were he could finish forth his fate
In some unhaunted desert, where, obscure
From all society, from love and hate
Of worldly folk; then might he sleep secure;
Then wake again, and ever give God praise, 5
Content with hip, with haws, and bramble-berry;
In contemplation passing all his days,
And change of holy thoughts to make him merry;
Who, when he dies, his tomb might be a bush,
Where harmless Robin dwells with gentle thrush. 10
—Happy were he!

 

[DurkaDurka]

knights in white satin.....

 

[diamond lady]

alleywayzalwayz

Is that what you concluded from the poem? That she is justifying hate
I find that very interesting, can you please elaborate more on that

Let me tell you what i got out of the poem,
The poem is about how she doesn’t want to hate, she hates to hate
But she cannot help it, she has lost all hope and that’s what she hates
That is why she said ‘’they want to have children just to teach them not to hate’’


Yes it’s one of my favourite, and there are many reasons for that
This poem comes from the heart; it’s real, uncut, and raw
I kind of like that maybe because am British


I would like to hear more people sharing their views on this poem.
What do you think the message of the poem is?
Peace

 

[diamond lady]

[FONT=&quot]Heartbreaking Poem of a Palestinian Girl[/FONT]
YouTube - Heartbreaking Poem of Palestinian Girl - English Subs


So far more than 21 children have died, and more to follow
No justice No Peace,
Free Palestine!

 

[diamond lady]

107, children have been killed
Do I need to say more?

Where’s the justice, where‘s is the mercy, what has hardened our hearts?
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