In Gaza, children,
you learn that the sky kills
and that houses hurt.
You learn that your blanket is smoke
and breakfast is dirt.
You learn that cars do somersaults
clothes turn red,
friends become statues,
bakers don’t sell bread.
You learn that the night is a gun,
that toys burn
breath can stop,
it could be your turn.
You learn:
if they send you fire
they couldn’t guess:
not just [...]
Archive for the ‘Palestine’ Category
Children of Gaza
Posted in Palestine, Poetry, tagged gaza, michael rosen, Palestine, poems, Poetry on February 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Palestine
Posted in Palestine, Poetry on December 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am not an Arab, I am not a Jew
Abraham is not my Father, Palestine is not my home
But i would fight any man
Who kicked me out of my house
To dwell in a tent
I would fight
To the ends of the earth
Someone who said to me
I want your house
Because my Father lived here
Two thousand years ago
Jets [...]
Posted in Arabic, Multimedia, Palestine, Poetry on October 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
فلسطينى انا اسمى فلسطينى
نقشت اسمى على كل الميادين
بخط بارز يسمو على العناوين
حروف اسمى
حروف اسمى تلاحقنى تعايشينى تغذينى
تبث النار فى روحى وتنبض فى شراينى
جبال النهر تعرفنى مغاورها وتدرينى
بذلت الطاقة الكبرى وقلت لامتى كونى
صلاح الدين فى اعماق اعماقى ينادينى
وكل عروبتى للثأر للتحرير تدعونى
وراياتي التى طويت على ربوات حطين
وصوت مؤذن الاقصى يهيب بنا اغيثونى
وألافٌ [...]
I don’t have freedom
Posted in Palestine, Poetry on October 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
We’ve been like this more than 50 years
Living as prisoners behind the bars of paragraphs
Of agreements that change nothing
We haven’t seen any light, and if we peek between the bars
We see a blue sky and white clouds
In the centre a star reminds me that I’m limited
But no, I’m strong, staying optimistic
You won’t limit my hope [...]
The Earth is closing in on us
Posted in Palestine, Poetry on October 6, 2007 | 1 Comment »
The earth is closing on us, pushing us through the last passage and
we tear off our limbs to pass through.
The earth is squeezing us. I wish we were its wheat so we could die
and live again. I wish the earth was our mother
So she’d be kind to us. I wish we were pictures on the [...]
