Showing posts with label uproot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label uproot. 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 

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Crying Out From My Roots


I am an olive tree in the spring
I have come through another winter
The rainy season has made my buds spring forth
My leaves will come next as my vegetation develops
I will continue to grow in the summer
As my harvest reenergizes me in the fall

My greenery dots the landscape
My olive skin is imbedded in my people
My olive oil flows through their veins
I am the agricultural epicenter of Palestine
I am a symbol of Palestinian steadfastness

My oil brings forth health benefits
The first olive pressing makes me extra virgin
Making me a friend of a healthy heart
Those who drink my oil have longevity
My oil is known to block the generation of cancerous tissue
Cooking with my oil is better for you

Those who know zeit wa zatar have cherished me for years
My roots are deep within the soil of the Holy Land of Palestine
My years have turned into centuries
The sun, the rain and the soil are my best friends
I belong to the land
And the land belongs to me

Why would anyone want to destroy me?
I have only benefited mankind
What have I done to cause my uprooting?
I am the oil of Palestine
My branches have survived emperors, conquerors and world wars
My trunks have survived droughts, floods, invasions and war

But I cannot survive the Apartheid Israeli occupation
I cannot survive the Apartheid Israeli settlers
My branches are being slaughtered
My trunks are being massacred
The victims of genocide are committing genocide upon me
The victims of genocide are committing genocide upon my owners

My roots cry out for justice
My roots cry out for understanding
My roots cry out for steadfastness
My roots cry out for education
My roots cry out for intervention
My roots cry out for peace

                Fadi Zanayed
                March 8, 2012
                7:32 am

Friday, December 9, 2011

The Olive Tree Howls For Justice




See the Palestinian lady hugging a tree
Not just any tree but an olive tree
See the olive branches cut to the ground
As an Israeli soldiers stand around
See the bulldozer which did the massacre
The massacre of an olive tree acre 
Listen to the agony coming from her face
As the soldiers stand in disgrace
Listen to the tree as it stretches out its arms
As if it is calling out to God to see the harms
Listen to the wind as it blows in the sky
Howling injustice my oh my!

Fadi Zanayed
December 8, 2011
1:45 pm CT

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