Chicago: In Defiance of the Invasion of Lebanon and Gazaa
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3 years ago
POEM: For the Balad.
In my thoughts do I find you Gazaa. From Chicago in a cloudy stated mantra. Even though I remember Sabra and Shatilla.The Arabi sun is still warm in Ramallah. Ismail Faruqi is in my mind like computer data. So is Hanan Ashrawi in much of her beauty quanta. When I saw Jenin burn in tears of a straight strata. I decided that day to no longer drink Coca-Cola. And to boycott Starbucks like a military Junta. Throwing McDonalds away and eating a banana. My heart bleeds for children at Beatunia. Jerusalem is a train going towards Georgia. And prayers are said for you like in Mecca. In this red, black, white, green colored panta. Heartburn for this cannot be solved any by mylanta. Watching the silver moon in it's royalty at Gada. Listening to Hymns in Arabi at Nazereth home of Isa. (pbuh)While picking olives from trees in the West Bank's stipa. Like the water clean and pure in the villages of Anata. Because every struggle harkens the soul into an Intifada. Rachel Corrie didn't die in rubble but is the lake in Shasta.Just Like Nedal who was killed by shelling January 17 in Rafah. Just like Sayyed Adel Akkash by bombing colder than any tundra.
Just like Riad Faraj in 1987 under much ridiculous propoganda. Just like Samar Elhanan Ytael Botwin and Sivann Zarka. Just like the Woman of Palestine whose name is "Soraida"
Just like the twelve year old child I harken Muhmmad Al-Dura. Just like Mahmud Jumayel in Jericho wearing a shirt or kurta.
Just like the twenty-one year old boy you remember Hamza? Just like all 599, 611 Falasteeni in the dungeons of Bersheba. Just like they arressted Tulkarem's Abeer Mahmoud Owdah.
Just like that story when it came similar to Neslon Mandela.Just like what happened in Jerico worse than a drink as Fanta. And yet I hear the Muezzin calling with much spiriutual mana.
And women dance full of skill and percision in the way debka. With joys of laughter under smiling faces eating baqluba. Under clear dark skies showing the constelation of Regula.
In Arabi sands outside a balad in some ancient cantina. Where movies play with Mohammed Bakri in every villa. Belroah, bedam, nafdeeke ya aseer is the cry cold or thanda. Still Falasteen we remember you in the lines of this stanza.
All shows air on channel 19/20 in Chicago.POEM: For the Balad.
In my thoughts do I find you Gazaa. From Chicago in a cloudy stated mantra. Even though I remember Sabra and Shatil...all »POEM: For the Balad.
In my thoughts do I find you Gazaa. From Chicago in a cloudy stated mantra. Even though I remember Sabra and Shatilla.The Arabi sun is still warm in Ramallah. Ismail Faruqi is in my mind like computer data. So is Hanan Ashrawi in much of her beauty quanta. When I saw Jenin burn in tears of a straight strata. I decided that day to no longer drink Coca-Cola. And to boycott Starbucks like a military Junta. Throwing McDonalds away and eating a banana. My heart bleeds for children at Beatunia. Jerusalem is a train going towards Georgia. And prayers are said for you like in Mecca. In this red, black, white, green colored panta. Heartburn for this cannot be solved any by mylanta. Watching the silver moon in it's royalty at Gada. Listening to Hymns in Arabi at Nazereth home of Isa. (pbuh)While picking olives from trees in the West Bank's stipa. Like the water clean and pure in the villages of Anata. Because every struggle harkens the soul into an Intifada. Rachel Corrie didn't die in rubble but is the lake in Shasta.Just Like Nedal who was killed by shelling January 17 in Rafah. Just like Sayyed Adel Akkash by bombing colder than any tundra.
Just like Riad Faraj in 1987 under much ridiculous propoganda. Just like Samar Elhanan Ytael Botwin and Sivann Zarka. Just like the Woman of Palestine whose name is "Soraida"
Just like the twelve year old child I harken Muhmmad Al-Dura. Just like Mahmud Jumayel in Jericho wearing a shirt or kurta.
Just like the twenty-one year old boy you remember Hamza? Just like all 599, 611 Falasteeni in the dungeons of Bersheba. Just like they arressted Tulkarem's Abeer Mahmoud Owdah.
Just like that story when it came similar to Neslon Mandela.Just like what happened in Jerico worse than a drink as Fanta. And yet I hear the Muezzin calling with much spiriutual mana.
And women dance full of skill and percision in the way debka. With joys of laughter under smiling faces eating baqluba. Under clear dark skies showing the constelation of Regula.
In Arabi sands outside a balad in some ancient cantina. Where movies play with Mohammed Bakri in every villa. Belroah, bedam, nafdeeke ya aseer is the cry cold or thanda. Still Falasteen we remember you in the lines of this stanza.
All shows air on channel 19/20 in Chicago.«
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