~ Dedicated to the People of Palestine & the Children of Gaza ~


My heart aches

Powerless futility

A nightmare déjà vu

It could so easily have been us



Blood soaked bodies

Dust drenched hair

Mangled corpses

Wild eyed despair



Burnt land

Crushed olive trees

Smoke, fire, gas, flames

Destruction is so simple

Havoc comes far too easily



Accountability?

None. Ever.

Above the law.

Always

A carte blanche issued at the highest levels



God? Karma? Leaders?

Me? You? Them?

All turn a blind eye

A nation forgotten



Inconvenient

Embarrassing

A problem

Sweep them under the carpet



Ignore them

Hope they’ll wither and die

But they will not

Never

Ever



They are your conscience

Their screams tear at your soul

They will haunt your dreams

Those innocent children

Those new born babes



Incinerated

Bludgeoned

Murdered

Crushed

Smothered

They have no future



And why?

Because you were silent

Kid yourself not

The least you can do is use your voice



There are no excuses

With enough voices we will be heard

We must be heard

In a world of insanity, greed & corruption

Those with a conscience must speak up



For if we do not

Then who will?

If we cannot

Then who can?



The silence is deafening

And so it goes on

The bombs rain down  

A living hell on earth



And for what?

Campaign votes?

Capitalism?

Democracy?

Ego?

A farce.

Manipulation at best

 Murder most savage at least



May they be haunted in their dreams

And with every breath they take

For he who steals the lives of innocent children

Deserves their life to be a living hell

And may their hereafter be nothing less.



(c) Rula Zein-Iddin
 
 
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Sixty Four Years

Full of blood stained tears

People who lived in fear

Painful memories that sear

How is it they endure?

Patiently awaiting a "cure"?

How can a nation live in hope?

How do they even cope?

Daily they live in resistance

Constantly showing persistence

Brave souls that have passed

Others for months did fast

Never losing sight

Of their clear legal right

A belief held so strong

A 64 year old wrong

People forever unite

In this steadfast nation’s plight

Dreams of living proud and free

To their homes, they still carry the key

A hope to which they aspire

A reality that will transpire

~ By Rula Zein-Iddin


A small poem I wrote this morning. Dedicated to all the Martyrs of Palestine who died so others could live proud and free.
 
 


Pray let us not lose sight of the discussion
A piece of land to awaken you with concussion

For truly what is it but a lot of bloody dirt
Will it ever compensate for the atrocious hurt?

We are but here for a short while
Yet generation upon generation continually defile

 A series of lies in which you smugly claim
That the land you seek is the only gain

You must realize by now that you can never eradicate
A people whose sole intention it is to liberate

The longer you keep Palestinians under occupation
The more you will need to pray for salvation

Injustice, hatred, corruption, suppression,
Big words that children will now use with aggression

Heed my words well O people of Israel
For it is not your time to posture and revel

For who can possibly come to your aid
When graves for children are being dug in spades?

Humanity can watch in silence no longer
For the weak & oppressed always get stronger

You can bomb us daily with feckless ‘skill’
But that will never ever break our iron will

Wake up & stop living in an evangelical utopia
This land must be shared so be cured of your myopia