The Young Will Never Forget Palestine

As Palestinians forgetting is the least for us to worry One day Zionist Israelis have to feel guilty and sorry
They can Kill and Torture but cant Assassinate our Memory

Another day they will realize that, and have frankly to admit
That Palestinian Young Generation will never forgive nor forget
How can a person without his Heart and Soul stay on earth living?
Palestine is our Heart, and Love; it is our God blessed giving
How can a child forget Scenes of Blood and Screams of Crying?
Scenes of his family members killed in front of his eyes coldly dying
Such Criminal Behavior helped our children painfully remember
Awakened in them memory of your unlimited Massacres in number

Needless to say how we breastfed our children Palestines Love
And this comes first to them and stands before all and high above
The Sacred Love of Our Homeland is naturally with them born
Seeing their families, houses and country by force taken and torn
That Love which you will never be able to understand
Because you don؟t have such feelings but those of a gang and band
Our grand children are well equipped with such memories
And again assure you that Forgetting has no place in our Diaries
Aggressors we ARE NOT and never been, but Victims sure we Are
By Force Took our Land and blindly killing led by a Mass Killer star

The Truth is Crystal Clear to the Whole World here and there
We Wonder Why does the World Back them and of them take care?
We called for PEACE &FAIR JUSTICE but they were always Deaf
Also they were Senseless like a Hard Rock in a Mountain Cliff
Again the Whole World Neglected our Continuous PEACE Call
And Helped The Aggressor Zionists to remain Criminals after all

Mohammad A. Edghaim

Qana

Something happened in Qana, when obeying men became gods, cold and powerful, turning the gentle waters of sleep into blood.

Something happened in Qana, when weak men with pale faces sneered, decided and killed with a wink.

Something happened in Qana, when power met innocence saying," you do not exist and I shall make it so."

Something happened in Qana, when selfish power was blinded by the fiery sun of human resistance.

Something happened in Qana, when faith made power mortal.

Something happened in Qana...again.

A Wall to Dam their Tears

A Wall constructed to protect their eyes
like concrete lids fringed by gun shafts
will not shield their hearts from the truth

of occupation and unjust killing.
Concrete and metal will not nourish
the human like nutrient rich tears

that ferment and reflect behind eye-lids--
the true walls of separation.
Lidless Palestinians have no

cups to catch their tears؟no lids to hide their
fears only tears once fertile now dried--
concrete struck once glistened in the sun

denied to them and blocked by the hard,
impenetrable stubborn high Wall.
It protects the Israeli؟s will

to deny the painful tears buckets
and lakes could never contain;
they built the high dam to protect

themselves from seeing the pain they have caused-
to block Palestinian tears
from flooding their safe land, dry hearts.

A Letter to a Friend


I have learnt something useful, thanks to Salalah, Oman
And I am proud of it

Now I know how to cook bamyeh
(No, I'm not kidding)
They call bamyeh okra in English, don't they?

Step1
Heat 7 spoons of..

Please forgive me first

All talk about elections in Beirut these days
And here I am, talking about bamyeh

You see
No elections for me
No right to these elections
Or any other national elections

Perhaps you can accept this for an excuse

Step 1
Heat 7 spoons..

Perhaps you don't know my national status
I am "stateless"
This is the United Nations label
The national identity for me
And for 5 million Palestians like me
We live in Diaspora

They gave my land to the Jews
And gave the Jews' Diaspora to me

Land for Diaspora
Diaspora for land

Unfair ?
Inhuman ?

Say this and the world will insult your intelligence
Fight for your land
And you know what the world will call you

Step 1
Heat 7..

Why to cook bamyeh?
Well, food in Salalah is rich in spices
Indian kitchen
And it is rich in fats
Omani kitchen
There is one Chinese restaurant
The Chinese Cascade Restaurant
Its only safe menu for me is steamed rice and clear vegetable soup

I had to prepare my own meal since last September
The time I joined Dhofar University

I took to frying fish in my kitchenette
Fish is fresh and plenty in Salalah
Direct from the Indian Ocean
And it's cheap
They sell it in heaps
Half the price at Habs el Al'ah in Beirut

Soon
I was fed up with fish

I like bamyeh in oil
And bamyeh is plenty in Salalah
And organic
Bamyeh and its co-ingredient tomato are plenty and organic in Salalah

I called home in Beirut and got the steps

Step 1
Heat 7 spoons of olive oil

Not any olive oil
You want to eat bamyeh in oil
It must be virgin oil
My best olive oil in Lebanon is from Deir Mimas, at the borderline with Palestine
Al Kora and Deir Anoon are not the best choice

Go up the highest rise in the mountain of Deir Mimas
And look south
On a clear day you will see my hometown Al Zeeb
The olive groves of both Deir Mimas and Al Zeeb breathe the same air
And bathe in the same sun

Step 1
Heat 7 spoons of olive oil in a deep pan
Be careful the oil does not burn
In Salalah the best olive oil is Pantaleo, Italian
Empty your 500 grams of cleaned bamyeh pods into the pan
Let them roast for 10 minutes
Peel 5 tomatoes
Ripe and medium size
Peel them thin
Cigarette paper thin, to keep the vitamins
Boiling to peel is not recommended
It is easier but not recommended

Mince the tomatoes and add them to the bamyeh in the pan
Add a small spoon of iodized salt
5 garlics, peeled, of course
2 spoon of tomato paste
Stir gently and briefly
Cover the pan

20 minutes and you have bamyeh in oil

Of course, the first two or three attempts were a mess

Now my bamyeh cooking is good
Not cordon bleu as they say in French
It's good enough for me and I am proud of it

"Without repent"
Biet Hanoun in Twilight
(Searching remnants
of memories )
.......
Poetry4Palestine

"In the Toxic Garden"
those dead uncountable

by Hayam

The impossibilities
of my dreams
did not discourage me
from continuing to believe
so I am returning

as in my worst nightmares
I entered the toxic garden
surranded by dirt-yellow walls

I could feel I could smell
the sinister presence
of the predators

the brand of human beings
who are mindless brutes
selfhating socio-paths

whos only language
divulges in deception
their hard fists
and killer machines

their language
have wallowed
in consuming
and humiliating
this very Holy
godforsaken place

I entered the lines
in a secret revenge
to erase those forces
who is trying to erase
the intire existence
of my people

I have been thaught
to stay confident calm
not to move my face

in my new face
the stitches are gone
healed are the scars

my eyes cold observes
fearless I use caution
and maintain in silence

empty streets are littered
with remnants of lives
invisable remnants of lifes

lives transformed
into tiny molecules

left from the predators
toxic uncollected trash
and human faeces

trases of INN and MDMA
in small plastic"5"bags
shattered every where

still remain as a reminder
of their unwanted precense

preying eyes behind glass
of broken windows
gaping holes in walls
from missiles fired

missiles made to explode
into human flesh and bones
into the brain and heart
of the Palestine resistance

Palestine 2005

I'm a Palestinian


I'm from Palestine,
Every tree, every stone there is mine,
What do you think is my crime?

What sin have I committed?
A Palestinian and has been omitted,
My happiness, my rights have been limited,

Why blame me?
For killing and torturing is all I see,
Palestine will wait; fight till it's free,

My only crime is that I belong there,
Let them beat me, kill me, I don؟t care,
Israel, do what you want, for me you don؟t scare,

If I were a warrior, innocent people I will not kill,
In this they're perfect, that؟s their skill,
They will beat, shoot, hurt and still
I'm a Palestinian.



Lana Hatem Odeh

The Rubble and Destruction Talk

There was no one alive left in that building to tell
After it was hit by a missile and exploded into pieces
and down fell
From far away the killing dust and moans of dying people you can easily hear and smell
A man from outside running and in a hysterical fit
crying and shouting this building is mine he yelled
My whole family is in this building under the rubble
now has been killed
Look, that is the body of my dear wife and daughter he
uttered before he fainted and firmly their hands he held
Later, he bitterly shouted, where is my brother, my
sister and where is my dearest son?
Where are my mother and father and how they were just
in a sudden moment passed away and gone?
Losing seven members of my family under the rubble is
not at all easy on me nor fun
Oh God, I cant believe it, where and how can I live after what happened and painfully has been done?
I am not an angel nor a saint and every action has a reaction
and mine has to be a harder one

Criminal Zionist Israelis killed my innocent civilian
people and demolished our mosque and holy shrine
This is what is happening and continuously became Israel daily routine in Gaza/Palestine
Ah, where is what is so called International Law?
Where are The United Nations and Honest People of the World?
And why do they close their ears and eyes?
Why they never heard our calls for Peace and continuous
suffering and children cries
Imagine dears how cruel the situation we have been in
so many years and you are watching us guys
I wonder, and for how long we will keep wondering and why?

M.A.Edghaim
[email protected]

We Shall Remain

Palestinians have no other way
But to remain on their land and stay
Whether alive or dead
We have no choice this is what we always said
We are like mountains planted in our own land
Alive on it or under its ground dead
Ready to die for its holy earth and sand
The question is to be or not to be
Palestinians have no choice but to be.

We shall remain to defend ourselves, land, and right
For generations we have to keep up the cause
alive and fight
No matter how much it will take
This will be continuous without any break
Israelis must listen, open their minds and wake
We believe it is right now, never too late
Palestinians will never give up nor forever wait
Till we build on our land our own Independent State.
===============
Naser Saif ؟ 15/10/2004

The Bully



When with your arm the bully kills

And with your strength he stabs so deep

You sure will have to pay the bills

For what you sow you'll have to reap



And if you promise the stealers

To offer them what is not yours

What you expect from the owners

Do you know how injustice soars?



Arabs were there thousands of years

When you didn't even exist

They brought the light and not the tears

Nevertheless they will resist



From history you have to learn

That if your cause is fair and just

Then victory is what you earn

But sacrifices are a must



Moustafa El Hefnawy

Copyright 2004

And to come to you, I'll do more than you think I can,
I'll make you my mum, my dad, my man.
I won't just learn how to fight,
Bcz it won't take you out of the night,
I'll learn how to fight and defeat,
I'll try my best to make it complete.
I'll learn how to die in a noble way,
I'll learn what's worth my days.
I'll surf my heart and sink inside,
And try to get all what I had to hide.
I'll search the beat in my heart that I always neglected,
I'll find her & love her & make sure she's always protected.
So please Palestine, keep the way to reach you clear,
And I'll learn how to make you forget all you've been through,
All the pain, all the fear.
I promise to come to you no matter what,
I promise God to replace my sin,
I promise that the sun will shine over you again.
And Al-Aqsa will be free once more,
And all the youth will pass its door.
Moslems will remember who you are all their way,
& will flow in millions to your mosque each day.
Christians will come from the most far place,
To visit Al-Qyama church and pray.
So wait for us and give us one more time,
To be able to make you forgive our crime.
Give us another chance for God's sake,
To be able to correct our mistake.
Give us even one way left open,
& we'll bring you back the light,
& we'll push away all the dark nights.
We'll do things you won't believe we could ever do,
We'll bring all the lost rights back to you.
And there'll be an everlasting shine,
On your free land, my Palestine...

Sorry there was a typo in the previous posted poem,its in the last line of the poem there shouldn't be a question mark.
the following is the corrected poem. Thank you :)

Palestine


Palestine the land of my beloved grandmother and grandfather

The land where their tears watered its soil

When seeing mothers being shot while feeding their infants

Seeing the heads of innocent children being smashed with the sticks they played with

Seeing their sisters getting raped

Seeing their elders being put in a house and left to burn alive

Seeing their fathers and brothers lined up and shot to death

Seeing their homes being destroyed

But what could these helpless little children have done, but to listen to their mothers, to take the keys of their homes and run away to safety

Days and nights of suffering passed, sleeping in caves
with no food or water

Until they reached a land, but it was nothing like their land But they had no choice but to accept their fate, with the hope of one day returning to their homes

That hope is still to this day with those Children who are no longer children, and all Their descendants

And the doors are waiting to be opened with the keys that have long been forgotten, so the souls of our ancestors could rest in peace

This is for the world to remember:
No one can take away from us
our identity,
for it is ours
Palestinians we were and shall always be

Duo Doloroso have recorded a CD album entitled "Carols for Palestine". It is a CD of beautiful songs created to raise awareness about, and money for Palestine. We are sharing one of the song poems below. Please visit our webpage at http://doloroso.ramallahonline.com to read more about our CD, to see images of the artwork, and to buy it.

"O Little Town of Bethlehem"

O Little Town of Bethlehem,
in fear we see thee lie,
We hear thee weep in fitful sleep,
as tanks and planes go by,
And in thy shattered streets is shown,
the Palestinian plight.
The hopes and fears of all the years,
are dashed for thee tonight.

How violently, how violently
the pre-dawn raids begin,
The soldiers shout, "All men get out,
leave now your house of tin".
No ear may hear the desperate cries,
for in their world of sin
Israeli soldiers brutalize,
and torture those within.

O ghostly town of Beit Lahim,
in curfew do you lie,
Your streets are dead, the people dread
to wander lest they die.
No pilgrims visit your hallowed square,
for Christians have been banned;
A crueller plight upon this night,
has ne'er on Earth been planned.

http://doloroso.ramallahonline.com

America Do You Remember

Do you remember fighting for your land, your freedom,
your liberty?
Do you remember doing everything and anything
to have this great land we call America?
To see "Old Glory" waving in the wind?

Well, there's a small country who's also fighting
for their land, their freedom, their liberty.
It is Palestine, and yes it is still a country
where the children have lost their parents,
their lives, their liberty.
Where their hopes and dreams have all
but vanished.

Today they are a people without
a country.
Many without homes and families.
Many waiting to return

Imagine this........
It is a country where the Olive trees
used to stand tall
now even they are leaning and weep
for thier land.

Where wives cry for thier husbands
and children who have been murdered
by those who want to take their land,
their lives, their freedom.

Where husbands watch as their
wives, their children nd their homes
are destroyed because of another's
greed.

Oh America how can you call these
people "Terrorist"
when they are only fighting for their
land, their homes, their families.

Is it wrong? Look at you
you have been blinded by others
as you turn your head
and sit on your hands and do
"Nothing"
Shame on you America

Oh America, I ask you
where is your compassion?
Where is your concern?
Where is your love for humanity?
If you are a nation that truely believes in God
then you will intercede and help bring peace
to this county called Palestine.

America hear my plea
hear my plea
hear my plea

written by Chery Abdallah
November 7, 2003

In Memory of Edward Said
by AG after Agha Shahid Ali's ghazal, "Arabic".


The only language of loss left in the world is Arabic -
These words were said to me in a language not Arabic.

Edward Said, beloved witness - Shahid - is dead.

The sky is stunned, it's become a ceiling of stone.
I tell you it must weep. So kneel, pray for rain in Arabic.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust
I will show you love in a passing breeze
I will show you sacrifice in a single tear
I will show you life in a drop of water
I will show death in a shattering scream
I will show passion in the flutter of an eyelash
I will show you loss in a single kiss
I can show you a lifetime in a single word
Lovers know me and carve my name on trees
Mothers know me and protect me
Fathers know me and teach me
Men know me and cleanse their souls by my tears and rage
Women know me and wait through their endless nights to see the dead that never will rise
For I am the son of Jesus he taught me how to forgive
I am the son of Mohammad he taught me how to fight and die on my feet
I am the son of Mosses he taught me how to take pain and injustice for and eternity and still know It will someday end. And when that day comes I will still be standing to crumble mountains
And I am my mother؟s son she taught me how to love.

Remember Palestine by Duo Doloroso

Anthem commemorating the 55th anniversary of the Deir Yassin massacre.

By the waters, the waters of Galilee
We sat down and wept, and wept for Falastin,
We remember, we remember, we remember Deir Yassin.

By the waters, the waters of Galilee
We sat down and wept, and wept for Falastin,
We remember, we remember, we remember you, Jenin.

By the waters, the waters of Galilee
We stood up to protest Israeli brutality;
We will take a stand until the land of Palestine is free.
We will take a stand, until the land of Palestine is free.

Western Justice


Is that because their voice is loud
And with their hands cover your eyes
That you can't see the mourning crowd
And you hear nothing but their lies
Look how their victim is accused
Of threatening peace, of terrorism
While their butcher is excused
For slaughtering people, for racism
Let them steal my home, my land
And kill my kids in their genocide
Go on, give them your generous hand
And be proud you're on their side
But plead no more for democracy
Or the right of people for freedom
Drop down that mask of hypocrisy
You lost credibility years to come
You dare say in God you trust
And have the cheek to pretend
But the Lord is fair and just
And tyranny one day will end

If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my mother her son back he was only nine.
If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my father his olive grove back he was just about To harvest it.
If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my brother his arm back it was small but it was One of only two he has.
If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my sister her husband back
He went to work last week and never came back.
If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give me a road to school they
Shot at us on the last one we took.
If I had the ear of God I would ask him for a sea of chocolate in heaven so
My little sister can have all the chocolate she wants she was only four.
If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my friend his mother back he
Is only seven and cries all the time.
If I had the ear of God I would ask him to destroy all the camps in a
Hurricane so we would not have to live there any more.
If I had the ear of God I would ask him for a chance to keep my head held
High and not die with my face in the gutter like my father.
If I had the ear of God I would not ask him for sympathy only a rock and a
heart.

West Bank / Occupied Palestine
2002

P   Palestine is Our Only Love and Our Holy Homeland,

A   A Beautiful Angel that Lives Forever in Our Hearts and Firmly Stand.

L   Long Live Palestine, which is Our Identity, Our Life, Our Power, and Our Endless Virtuous Pride,

E   Eternal Love of Our Country is Naturally Born with Us and by time it Grows Daily Broad and Wide,

S   Saving it from Our Enemies is a Legitimate Right, and Defending Our Country is another Sacred Duty of a Special Kind.

T   Tired, we are from Continuous Killing, Massacres, Daily Destruction and all Evil Abhorred Israeli Occupation,

I   In Peace we Believe and Find Our Identity along with The Struggle, Both Hand in Hand Till Complete Liberation.

N   Nature has given Our People Sincere Love and Courage to End That Brutal Torture and This Endless Deadly Pain,

E   Enough is enough, We are Eager to have JUSTICE and

    PEACE in Palestine, which is Clear and Plain, and like all Other People Live Our Normal Life Again.


Mohd A.Edghaim
1/1/2003

All About Kashmir Struggle

Most of the Kashmiri People are very strong and we are determined not to be driven from our land, our young ones die because of Torture & Indian atrocities and the women are raped & killed and their babies thrown into the fires. This is done so that they (Indians) will not have to fight the next generation of Kashmiri؟s, yet nobody sees or reads anything in the papers. To us this war is a Holy War, there is no true death for the Mujahideen because we consider ourselves dead already, to us death for our land and Allah is Normal. We want to tell the Free World that what they call Terrorism, to us it؟s a struggle for independence, and we want them to open their eyes and see whats really happening in Kashmir. Why didn؟t they saw what happened in Gujrat, wasn؟t that terrorism, Killing & raping Muslim women, their babies were burnt alive by Hindu terrorists, If anybody is listening than will somebody tell us if that isn؟t Terrorism than how do they label the kashmiri rebels as terrorists? Who are fighting against the Indian occupational forces who are slaughtering innocent Kashmiri؟s.

Waseem Ahmad
Kashmir

This time, a poem by Daniel Saikaly from Montreal, Quebec:

Reading the News In America


"The death-toll has risen
Over three hundred dead,
Mostly Palestinian,"
The netscast said.

"Mostly Palestinian"
Is a useful phrase
To blur atrocity
For American eyes.

"The IDF denies...
".....the army must defend...
But shows restraint and tries...."
And the victims stand condemned.

The helicopter gunships?
The artillery campaign?
The snipers? Tanks? The closure?
There is nothing to explain.

"All deaths are tragic, but..."
But, to be realistic,
These are not Israelis;
Not people. Just statistics.

So drive back the film crews
Lest America cries
For child statistics
Shot before its eyes.

Three hundred dead,
This Is no problem when
'Almost all of them
Are Palestinian'.

dont cry my palestine we are coming........dont feel scared my palestine we still love you ....

Dearest Lonely Palestine

Palestinians Declare to the Whole World East and West,
That We Don't Accept to be Blindly Labeled as Terrorist.
Thanks, This Attribute you Granted to us, We Strongly
Refuse,
It Should go to Sharon and His Criminal Israeli Jews.

People, Wake Up Don't you Hear Infants Killed Scream and Cry?
How Come A Mass Murderer and War Criminal Be "A Man Of PEACE" And WHY?
A Wolf Cannot Change Its Skin to Be a Lamb, So is
Sharon And His Backing Guy,
Sharons History is Full of Countless Massacres and Severe
Butchering,
For 54 years, and we are Still Suffering from Killing And Wandering.
Is the World Deaf and Blind? Don't they See Innocent
People Killed under the Rubble and Destruction?
JENIN and Its Refugee Camp are a Living Example of
Such Barbaric Brutal Occupational Action.

Again Where are UN Resolutions and its Backing Nations?
Is Israel Above Law, UN and Geneva Declarations?
Or Is it always The VETO And USA Continuous Biased Determinations?
Or are UN Resolutions Applicable For Certain Nations And Situations?

We Wonder Why Don't Biased People Stop, have a Pause
To Study Roots of the Conflict and The Real True History Of The Cause.
We are Freedom Fighters Defending our Legitimate Right To Save Our Home Land,
And Not like Planted Zionist Israeli Jews, Coming from USA, Holland, Russia and Poland.
We Have a Right and Land to Liberate, and Always Ready To Die For its Soil and Sand,
Palestine Will Remain Forever, and Its People Shall Always Up High Stand.

Trapped


by LM Hashim


Trapped inside myself, longing with desparation for the time to come when I shall feel no pain
Aching with hunger for the unfulfilled desire of pleasures never known unto me
Freedom to simply be
without permission
without supervision
without the constraints of emotional blackmail.

Haunted by dreams, resigning myself to the knowledge that I cannot escape
Confused by the messages passed thru me of things yet to be
secrets from the past
warnings of the future
confused by my role as the character yet unknown.

The shackles around my feet grow tighter now, cutting into my flesh as I try to step forward
Determined to perservere even as the steel draws closer to bone
unable to accept my sentence
unable to give in and admit to what seems inevitable.

Tortured by the irony I force myself to endure, waiting for the hopes buried in my dark side to come to light
Pained by the reality that I must live inside my imagination
For what is outside of that is not life
but a perverted nightmare.

Hating myself for being forced to be the kind of person I've always despised
One who denies his own feelings and suppresses his yearnings because he's too tired to run
Wanting so much for someone to see the real truth
so I won't be alone
alone in my pain
alone in my longing
alone with no home.

Frustration overwhelms every waking moment, thoughts of..
what could have been and what should have been
what could be and what should be..
flood my mind
despite endless efforts to deal with what is.

Speaking between the lines, I wait for a glimmer of understanding from someone who cares
Waiting to be assurred that that someone exists
but that is hope against hope
still hope's all I've got left to cling to...

My Lebanon (a Palestinian's Lebanon)

Oh, the Cedars stand proud, their scent brisk and clean
While below in the cities, the tall buildings gleam
There's kibee, tabbouli and fat roasted lamb
Well, that's what they say - but to me its a sham!

Sure, the Cedars stand proud, but they're facing away
While in the midst of the cities, are camps dim and gray
The cupboards are bare, on a good day there's bread.
Non-entities fill the land with the sad, living dead.

by Lamyaa Hashim (Um Ahmad)

Watch Me Bleed

by Lamyaa Hashim

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...



Copyright  2001 by Lamyaa Hashim

From the darkness of my rewritten past
From the gloom of my forbidden future
From the rage of my father s blood, as he stood broken with
A house deed and a key
From the proud alleys of my camps
From the blood stain on my brothers shirt
From the sound of wailing from the roof tops as another martyr falls
From the raped soil on my river bank
From the tainted sea in my strip
From the ashes of my illegal flag
My children will rise in rage and scream in the face of might
I am Palestine
I choose to fight

How Can They Still Go On...


Tell me what do you see in that crying child's eye?

The one standing by the rubbles and blood, surrounded by wails and crys

Can you see the delicate hand peaking from beneath the ruins?

That was his mother's, but now he's alone with only the desperate moon

The air is thick with sadness, death, and little songs of sorrows

How can they still go on and live until tomorrow...?

I'm far away from home
too far to come along
My tears are on my country,
on my people, on my brothers and sisters.
Israel can keep my body away from home,
but never my mind it will always come along.
Everywhere I want to live
I'm not accepted cause I'm branded a terrorist.
How can they say I'm a terrorist?
Cause I'm crying, I'm bleding and I'm studying for my country.
No more tears, yeah muslim ummah.
Be proud of what you are and what you'll always be.

A GIANT ON THE WORLD

A poem dedicated to all the children of Palestine.

Questions of a child

Mommy,
Why are we leaving?
Where will we go?
Why did those men come and
Take away my home?

My Darling,
Don't you cry now,
Just hold your head up high.
Somethings things can happen
Though mommies don't know why.

Daddy,
Did I do something wrong?
Everyone looks real mad.
I hope this isn't my fault.
Did I do something bad?

Little One,
You did nothing wrong.
There is no blame on you.
Sometimes there are questions
Daddies don't have answers to.

Allah,
Rahman, Rahim,
To you I now do pray,
Let my memory guide me,
'Til I am home again.

Never let me forget.
Who and what I am,
Allah I am begging as I
Bow in true Islam.

My Child,
Know I can hear you
As you travel down this road.
I will not do it for you,
But, I'll help you bear the load.

You are always true to Me.
Your heart and soul are Mine.
And know that I am with
All of those from Palestine.

"May the feet of my sons run the shores of Akka."

CANCIسN DE LA INTIFADA

Me arrebataron la tierra,
y no puedo estar mلs triste,
en esta trلgica guerra
por un paيs que no existe.

No existe, pero existيa
hasta que llegaron ellos
diciendo: Esta tierra es mيa,
con mentiras y atropellos.

Llegaron como tiranos,
armados hasta los dientes,
mataron niٌos, ancianos
y mujeres inocentes.

Fue brutal el exterminio,
y siguen siendo brutales
sus métodos de dominio
de sionistas criminales.

Yo no me someto al yugo
de los pérfidos tiranos,
ni me rindo ante al verdugo
de los derechos humanos.

Pasa la muerte silente
por las ciudades en ruinas
y yo soy un combatiente
de las tropas palestinas.

Mi tierra ha sido invadida
por las tropas del sionismo,
؟tiene sentido mi vida,
viviendo bajo el fascismo?

Que sepa toda la Tierra
que en el mundo no habrل paz,
mientras que haga la guerra
David contra Goliath.

Mi destino es palestino,
mi patria no tener nada,
sَlo me queda un camino:
la Intifada, la Intifada.


ANTONIO CASARES

Palestine Palestine BY Zeina Palestine, Palestine your green land we long to see your bluest of skies that reflect of the Mediterranean sea Palestine, Palestine joy you once filled in our hearts from your beautiful memories we shall never part Palestine, Palestine a country in misery when you shall shine again is still a mystery -Zeina