Showing posts with label conscience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conscience. Show all posts

Monday, February 10, 2014

Jenin

(This poem was written in 2010.)

The reader may not want to read this poem
For the descriptions herein may make you cry
It may even move you away from your apathy
So if you are prepared to activate your soul, continue to read
But if you are going to read this poem and walk away
Walk away without any feeling--then stop, stop right here

Last night I received an email
Horrific pictures of an atrocity
Inflicted by a people, mighty as can be
Against a defenseless people, weak as can be seen

There is this one picture out of many that horrifies me
It is of a dismembered body part that is unrecognizable
Is it a leg or an arm?
Is it a part of a stomach, buttock and leg?
Is it parts of the legs and half a buttock?
You cannot really tell

The middle part of this body part is missing the skin
Internal organs or intestines or bones or all three are exposed
The color red is significantly present
The curvy maligned internal parts render the severity of the atrocity

What barrage of shells exploded upon this body?
Was it a guided missile?
Why would a missile hit this person?
What did he or she do to deserve this dismemberment?

Is it a part of a child?
A mother
A grandmother
A sister
On the other hand, is she a mother, grandmother, sister all in one?

Is it your brother?
Your father
Your grandfather
On the other hand, is he a father, grandfather, brother all in one?


Do you care? 

Monday, February 27, 2012

Fearing A Child’s Mind




A Palestinian child sits on the curb

Surrounded by no less than 4 Apartheid Israeli soldiers

Their rifles pointed at him

He is looking up at them with bewilderment

Yet courage is not far from his structure

His eyes question his detention

Yet fear is not projected

His hands are hidden

Maybe a rock is in his hand

Are the Apartheid Israeli Soldiers in fear?

In fear of a rock in his hand

Or are they afraid of what is brewing inside his mind




-Fadi Zanayed
February 27, 2012
6:29 pm - Chicago


(© Copyright, Fadi Zanayed.  Publication or distribution of this material is allowed provided its content is not altered and the source and its author are cited.)

Friday, December 9, 2011

Flocks



A storm approaches
From where I do not know
The thunder is loud
The lighting lights up the sky

                Flocks of birds
                At different altitudes
                Are flying in and
                About the storm

                                At a high altitude
                                There is a distressed flock
                                Being battered by bolts of lighting
                                Yet they continue to fly directly into the storm

At a much lower level
A determined flock fly close to the earth
Hail strikes at their wings
Yet they continue in defiance

                Above the clouds
                There is an overstocked flock
                They fly in every direction
                Unconcerned with anything around them

                                Closely in front of the storm
                                There is a healthier flock
                                A few try to fly back but are unsuccessful
                                The others do not even bother




(  © Copyright, Fadi Zanayed.  Publication or distribution of this material is allowed provided its content is not altered and the source and its author are cited.)