I write because thats all I know how. My words are my armour, my heart, my soul, my voice, my fire, my rage, my hope and my weapon. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.
Easy freedom is a fallacy.
We must grasp and snatch onto it with taloned claws
Hold tightly to the desperate thing.
We must fight, tooth and nail for it
We the so-called free.
Bound and crushed under the tyranny of the insatiable machine
Churning and chewing us up
Spitting us out in bland, pallid imitations of life.
I’m afraid for us
We march aimlessly towards our demise
Complicit in our mutually assured destruction
Calling out for more and more and more and more
We are chasing our own tails and screaming when we bite them.
Spitting blood,
“curse you!”
“curse you!”
We scream in almost unison
We would once cry for each other
Long ago now
Those tears have dried and we use it’s salt to rub in our wounds.
We are manged and hostile beasts
Espousing a lie we ourselves don’t believe anymore
Bed time stories
Scaring us straight
Until we wake to a world more horrifying than any nightmare we once had.
Nightmare walking.
Save for a lost child
Bearing an unpolished face to a weary sun
Who would only dream one day, to see the sea
For freedom, my friend, it is not free
Not for you and not for me.
It’s cost is greater than its cause,
Freedom for one is freedom for all.
Fight.
And fight, and fight again
Till legs are weak and arms are lame.
Take your head and turn it straight,
Take leaps of faith and steps towards
A future that can hold us all.
My words don’t come as they once would
They slip from the corners of my eyes
And between baited breaths
How is this okay?
How is this possible?
How, how, how?
Questions to no end, with none in sight
But that fire burns
It sparks
It bubbles
It turns my stomach inside out, eating away at parts of myself
Turns my head towards the sun and screams out for you to look
And look again
We can’t afford to not,
For that’s our burden
To look, to witness, to bare it all in its naked excess
And how lucky we are that that is all.
Carry it with you wherever you may go
And soon the dawn shall break the levy
And the damned shall breach
And we the people
Shall heed the call
Freedom for one, is freedom for all.
A Side Of Hot Soy 