Fallen Heroes page added.

20 04 2011

After my last few posts on Vittorio Arrigoni it only seemed right I make a page to honour all the fallen heroes in Palestine. Please check it out in the bar above titled ‘Fallen Heroes’ – Dedicated to Vittorio Arrigoni, Juliano Mer-Khamis, Thomas Harndell, Rachel Corrie and the 9 martyrs aboard the MV Mavi Marmara. You will find a photo, birth & death date and a little on how they died. There are also various links you can have a look at.

Whilst creating the page I also came across this beautiful poem via a FB page which is really fitting for the martyrs. I contacted the author who has given me permission to share it on my blog. You will find the links to his website and the FB page he created underneath the poem. I will also add his blog in the side bar under the title ‘blogroll’ so it will be easy to find.

POEM

These were not souls of the Innocent
For they chose to make their stand
They were born in quieter times and places
Before coming to Palestine’s land

These were not armed with weapons
Yet stood knowing against bullets and knives
They strongly resisted the fanatical poison
That has stolen too many lives

They shared ALL the life that was in them
They risked every thing every day
Gave their hearts and their souls and their smiles to Palestine
And nothing could chase them away

Evil could NEVER defeat them!
and though Death has come and then gone
These heroes were larger than either of those
The warmth of their courage lives on! ❤

And we _ who continue their struggle
For ALL of our martyrs we cry
We shall carry them with us living their dream
SWEET PALESTINE SHALL NOT DIE!

Direct link to Poem
Blog – World is watching you
We are all Vittorio Arrigoni FB page

Direct link to my Fallen Heroes page





Lowkey

7 02 2009

Iraqi rapper Lowkey wrote this poem about Palestine here is the perfomance at Gaza protest 10th Jan, Hyde Park, he also performed on 3rd Jan protest.. Listen to the song with lyrics on the music page.





Eye to eye (poem)

3 02 2009

Eye to eye

A POEM BY GIHAD ALI

Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see.
You don’t see a damn thing,
’cause you can’t possibly relate to me.

You’re blinded by our differences.
My life makes no sense to you.
I’m the persecuted Palestinian.
You’re the American red, white and blue.

Each day you wake in tranquility,
No fears to cross your eyes.
Each day I wake in gratitude,
Thanking God He let me rise.

You worry about your education
And the bills you have to pay.
I worry about my vulnerable life
And if I’ll survive another day.

Your biggest fear is getting ticketed
As you cruise your Cadillac.
My fear is that the tank that just left
Will turn around and come back.

American, do you realize,
That the taxes that you pay
Feed the forces that traumatize
My every living day?

The bulldozers and the tanks,
The gases and the guns,
The bombs that fall outside my door,
All due to American funds.

Yet do you know the truth
Of where your money goes?
Do you let your media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth that no one knows?

You blame me for defending myself
Against the ways of Zionists.
I’m terrorized in my own land
And I’m the terrorist?

You think you know all about terrorism
But you don’t know it the way I do,
So let me define the term for you,
And teach you what you thought you knew.

I’ve known terrorism for quite some time,
Fifty-five years and more.
It’s the fruitless garden uprooted in my yard.
It’s the bulldozer in front of my door.

Terrorism breathes the air I breathe.
It’s the checkpoint on my way to school.
It’s the curfew that jails me in my own home,
And the penalties of breaking that curfew rule.

Terrorism is the robbery of my land,
And the torture of my mother,
The imprisonment of my innocent father,
The bullet in my baby brother.

So American, don’t tell me you know about
The things I feel and see.
I’m terrorized in my own land
And the blame is put on me.

But I will not rest, I shall never settle
For the injustice my people endure.
Palestine is our land and there we’ll remain
Until the day our homeland is secure.

And if that time shall never come,
Then we will never see a day of peace.
I will not be thrown from my own home,
Nor will my fight for justice cease.

And if I am killed, it will be in Falasteen.
It’s written on my every breath.
So in your own patriotic words,
Give me liberty or give me death.