Showing posts with label despair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label despair. Show all posts

Friday, May 15, 2015

SIXTY-SEVEN YEARS




Sixty-seven years of occupation and oppression  
Sixty-seven years of confiscation and colonization
Sixty-seven years of destabilization and devastation
Sixty-seven years of dehumanization and deprivation
Sixty-seven years of peace plans and pieces of lands
Sixty-seven years of road blocks and land locks
Sixty-seven years of un-stabilization and un-justification
Sixty-seven years of imprisonment and impoverishment
Sixty-seven years of terrorizing and traumatizing
Sixty-seven years of exiling and expunging
Sixty-seven years of erecting and eradicating
Sixty-seven years of antagonizing and annihilating
Sixty-seven years of segregation and separation  
 Sixty-seven years of UN resolutions and UN reports
Sixty-seven years of abandonment and abomination
Sixty-seven years of uprooting and uprising
Sixty-seven years of refugees and re-imprisonment
Sixty-seven years of prisoner exchanges and promises exasperated
Sixty-seven years of US backing and US double standards
Sixty-seven years of UN veto and UN violations
Sixty-seven years of diplomacy shuffling and diplomatic failures
Sixty-seven years of promised hopes and promises commandeered
Sixty-seven years of terrorizing assaults and tumultuous  assassinations
Sixty-seven years of  horrifying  remembrances and holocaustic reverberations  

Sixty-seven years of status quo appeasement and structured apartheid 

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? 

Friday, December 9, 2011

Fly Bird Fly


Picture Credit:  https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150253161370814&set=a.10150253142165814.321090.524025813&type=3&l=e4ffae0bcc&theater


Whistle in the night
Somber moment without light
I welcome the song of the bird
For days the only sound I’ve heard
The song of freedom chirping in the air
Ironically I am a prisoner of despair
Fly bird fly in support of those who care for you
Go and fight for what we are due
Prosper mentally in our cause
Become a leader who knows when to pause
Build conviction, honor and determination
Build democracy into a nation
Fly bird fly letting your wings stretch across the sky
Encompass within your wings all within our pie
The whole without all its sum is but a part
Be a leader who is brave and smart
Build a consensus while respecting the call
The call to honor and respect for us all
My captors have brought supper for me to eat
Stay and feast before the duty you have to meet
Whistle in the night
Then I’ll know your path is right
Remember me as I linger in jail
Rescue me before I grow old and frail
I will be with you night and day
I am your conscience in the words you say
Bless the children who throw the stone
It is in their eyes that we see what we own
Condemn the hypocrisy of those who occupy
They see not the history of why they cry
Be good, self-righteous and fair
People will listen over the air
Neither harm nor be harmed in the course you take
Rather set your mark and plant your stake
For here is the line you must draw
While respecting international law
The world will then see us within our right
Using civil disobedience not our might
Fly bird fly letting your energy soar
Free me to Palestine once more

           Fadi Zanayed


(  © 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.)