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Poems of Palestine

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posted on Mar, 12 2006 @ 10:26 PM
No sure if this is gonna get banned but either way -Enjoy.........

Poems of Palestine:

Do you hear me?

You, whose justice is floating over the blood of Palestine
You, whose peace is based on the elimination of others
You tyrannize, You intimidate, You assault
And then... You cry,
You cry over your dead
You who planted in our houses martyrs
You cry?
You whose massacres made angels in the sky cry!
You whose machines battle with stones of the innocent
You who target the unarmed in Holy Lands
You astonish the prophets
And you try.. With embodied hatred,
You try to assassin Palestine!

Majida El Roumi.


by Marvin X
(Imam Maalik El Muhajir)

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

I want your land

Because my father lived here

Two thousand years ago.

Jets would not stop me

From returning to my home

Uncle toms would not stop me

Cluster bombs would not stop me

Bullets I would defy.

No man can take the house of another

And expect to live in peace

There is no peace for thieves

There is no peace for those who murder

For myths and ancient rituals

Wail at the wall

Settle in "Judea" and "Samaria"

But fate awaits you

You will never sleep with peace

You will never walk without listening.

I shall cross the River Jordan

With Justice in my hand

I shall return to Jerusalem

And establish my house of peace,

Thus said the Lord.

I am your child

A poem written by: Unknown

Born of blood, of pain, and dust
A child born a man
Forged by the hands of the unjust
-I am your child

Tanks and bombs cannot shake me
Far more than a man
Your soldiers will never break me
-I am your child

Injustice makes me stronger
Stronger every day
Blood just increases my hunger
-I am your child

The song of justice will appease me
A song you wont sing
In your prison, death just frees me
-I am your child

With every mother's tears
My thirst increases
You have created your worst fears
- I am your child

A phoenix from the ashes
I will rise again
Pour the gas, I light the matches
I am your child

Never did you understand
all my suffering
Now the child has become a man
I am your child

I shall carry my soul in the palm of my hand,
And throw it into the cavrn of death!
A fife must bring joy to the hearts of friends
And a death bring fear to the hearts of foes!
The spirit of a man has two aims:
To achieve victory, or to die fighting.

Write down I am an Arab!
You stole my forefathers' groves and the land I used to till
You left me nothing but these rocks.
And from them, I must wrest a loaf of bread
For my eight children.
Write down on the top of the first page:
I neither hate others nor steal their property,
But when I am hungry
I will eat the flesh of my usurper!

Mahmoud Darwish

Heres one from Fairouz, the most famous [Leb...she represents the people more than the flag] of the arab world:

"Ya madinat alsalam" Fairuz- sung DURING the Leb. civil war.

Oh you city of love
We pray for you
You most graceful among cities
Oh you city of pray
We pray for you

We imagine you everyday
How we used to walk there
Walk among the old churches
And pray together at the temple mount

Not a day goes by
Without Jerusalem on our mind
we pray

And in the stable
Lays Mary and her son
They are both crying
Crying for the children
For the children that were martyred

Oh you murdered peace
In the city of peace
And in the hearts over the world
Love declined

And in the stable
Lays Mary and her son
Their faces shed with tears
We pray for them all

We will leave the sorrow behind us
The anger of the people will rise
And I am full of faith
From everywhere we will come
to free you
from everywhere
we will free you

Even heaven will turn its wrath upon you
The hate which you brought
Will be washed away from the streets with rocks

You cannot close the gate of Jerusalem
I am going there to pray!
I will swim in river Jordan!
I will pray in the temple mount!

The land is ours!
Jerusalem is ours!
In our hearts you live forever!
In our hands you will have peace forever!

This page is dedicated to the city I was born in, to the city I am now forbidden to enter, to al-Quds (the Holy City), known as Jerusalem ...

Zahrat al-Mada'en- Fayrouz

"For your sake, city of prayer -- I pray.
For your sake, most splendid of homes,
flower of all cities,
O Holy, Holy, Holy,
City of prayer -- I pray.

Our eyes depart to you every day,
depart every day.
Wandering in the chambers of temples,
Embracing the ancient churches,
Wiping away the sadness from the mosques.

O Night of the Journey,
The path of those who went to heaven.
Our eyes depart to you every day,
and I pray.

The baby in the manger, and his mother Mary,
Two faces crying.
The baby in the manger, and his mother Mary,
Two faces crying.


For the sake of those who were exiled,
For the sake of children without shelter,
For the sake of whoever was martyred,
Defending its gates.

Peace was martyred in the Land of Peace,
And Justice was defeated at its gates.

When the Holy City collapsed,
Love retreated,
And in the hearts of the world,
War settled.

The baby in the manger, and his mother Mary,
Two faces crying!
And I pray.


The Divine Wrath, is coming!
The Divine Wrath, is coming!
The Divine wrath, is coming -- and I am full of faith.
The Divine wrath, is coming -- and I will survive my sadness.

From every way, He's coming!
On fearsome horses, He's coming!
With God's magnificent face.

Our city's gate will not be closed,
For I am going to pray.
I will knock on the gates,
And I will open these gates.

And you, Jordan River,
Will flow with the Holy waters,
And you, Jordan river,
Will erase the barbarian footprints.

The Divine Wrath, is coming!
On fearsome horses, He's coming!
And he will defeat the face of power.

The house is ours, and al-Quds is ours.
The house is ours, and al-Quds is ours.
And with our hands, we'll restore its splendor.

With our hands...
Peace for al-Quds
Is coming!

Peace for al-Quds is coming ..."

Jerusalem needs your help.

Eye to Eye
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.

Little boy of Palestine::

Little boy of Palestine
Little boy of Paradise.
Many have accused you
Many have tortured you

Little boy of Palestine
You will not sit on the floor with tears.
Those tears of yours will be held up with there eyes.
Those big guns up your face. Dont be frightened
Palestine's arms will comfort you .
Just stay strong and fight those abusers.
Those who are blind by the truth.

My little boy
Come closer to me, so i would wipe away those sad tears.
My little boy
Come closer and let me show you what you never have seen in your own warm eyes.
Let me show you , how boys play in the west.
and how you were the only person choicen from the rest.
Because you are strong and have the patience in your loving innocent hearts.

Those guns in your face,
Bullets in your days

Getting killed for someone's case.
My little boy.
Palestine depends on you.
Palestine is the blood you were raised with.
Hold on to it.
Even if it means loosing your own teeth fighting for it.

Those ignorant men in your land,
Are nothing but little charts.
Charts of there generation that had no life.
There just jealous of how strong and for the fact that you have God in between your eyes.

Many call you a terrorist.
Many call you ignorant
Many may even call you a muslim.
But my little baby boy
You are the reason that Palestine exist.

You been shot all over
killed so many times
But what you will always have is Palestine in your heart.
So my little Palestinian boy, face up , look at those killers and face them with a heart. Those are nothing but soldiers , denying the world with such disgust.

And if calling you a terrorist makes them happy. Just smile back and say " Because am defending myself from tanks and threats?" We will live and see, If You are really the choicen people from from the true God"

There are many more......I just thought this is where all your answers would be answered because i know no matter how long i would talk ,We will never agree!!

[edit on 12-3-2006 by MsPalestinian08]

posted on Mar, 12 2006 @ 10:30 PM

nope, but this will be moved from the "other currents events" forum to a more appropriate home.

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