A poem from 2012 by the late Dr. Refaat Alareer – murdered by ‘Israel’ on Friday, December 8, 2023, that will absolutely mesmerize you: “I am you”
Two steps: one, two. Look in the mirror: The horror, the horror! The butt of your M-16 on my cheekbone The yellow patch it left The bullet-shaped scar expanding Like a swastika, Snaking across my face, The heartache flowing Out of my eyes dripping Out of my nostrils piercing My ears flooding The place. Like it did to you 70 years ago Or so.
I am just you. I am your past haunting Your present and your future. I strive like you did. I fight like you did. I resist like you resisted And for a moment, I’d take your tenacity As a model, Were you not holding The barrel of the gun Between my bleeding Eyes.
One. Two. The very same gun The very same bullet That had killed your Mom And killed your Dad Is being used, Against me, By you.
Mark this bullet and mark in your gun. If you sniff it, it has your and my blood. It has my present and your past. It has my present. It has your future. That’s why we are twins, Same life track Same weapon Same suffering Same facial expressions drawn On the face of the killer, Same everything Except that in your case The victim has evolved, backward, Into a victimizer. I tell you. I am you. Except that I am not the you of now.
I do not hate you. I want to help you stop hating And killing me. I tell you: The noise of your machine gun Renders you deaf The smell of the powder Beats that of my blood. The sparks disfigure My facial expressions. Would you stop shooting? For a moment? Would you?
All you have to do Is close your eyes (Seeing these days Blinds our hearts.) Close your eyes, tightly So that you can see In your mind’s eye. Then look into the mirror. One. Two. I am you. I am your past. And killing me, You kill you.
An Israeli Minister:
“Erase all of Gaza from the face of the earth. That the Gazan monsters will fly to the southern fence & try to enter Egyptian territory or they will die & their death will be evil. Gaza should be erased!”
Still questioning a genocidal intent?
● Galit Distel Atbaryan
● Source: https://twitter.com/GalitDistel/status/1719689095230730656?t=w9-8NB0gSv9gcpoq8eeNSw&s=19
Yup this.
And thank you South Africa and Ireland for always standing with the oppressed. They know how it feels to be oppressed by colonisers.
Long live Palestine 🇵🇸
Long live South Africa 🇿🇦
Long live Ireland 🇮🇪
America has now bombed and conducted illegal wars in:
- Iraq
- Syria
- Libya
- Somalia
- Pakistan
- Afghanistan
- Palestine
- Yemen
But Muslims are the terrorists?
The Feelings Of The Average Israeli Occupational Soldier: A Quick Analysis By James Ray
If you haven't already, follow him on tiktok. (@jamesgetspolitical) He gives constant updates on the genocide in Palestine but also offers food for thought in his content.
Free Palestine, End The Occupation🇵🇸‼️
Abdalhadi Alijla - "What can I tell my 76-year-old mother and my 10-year-old niece? "The ICJ does not see ordering a ceasefire as necessary for your survival." Gazans' eyes and ears were eagerly awaiting the word "stop" or "ceasefire”."
Abla Abdelhadi: "Please keep in mind our Palestinian people in Gaza don't feel like celebrating incremental legal "wins". They're allowed to express outrage, disappointment & whatever they want. They're still under Israel's bombs, nothing for them to celebrate!"
Remi Kanazi: "The ICJ isn't the authority here. Palestinians are. It is they who have experienced the genocide. It is they who have faced the gruesome crimes detailed in those halls. It is they who continue to bury the dead, search for food & hope to dodge the next bomb dropped. Ceasefire now."
There's laughing in the streets,
Sounds of good joy
Flags flow in the wind,
Music blasting in the open air
And to think,
That what got us here
Was Black trans women
And drag queens
After decades of hate,
We finally thrive
After decades of fear
We finally strive
Queer history is here,
And we will not hide
We will not sit and watch
The tides go by
Queer joy is important,
Maybe more than pride
Joy that we are here,
Joy that others are near
Joy that we can live
Not just survive
Joy that all of us
Can finally thrive
Joy to the Queers,
Ignoring the jeers
Joy to the Queers,
Well into their years
Sipping on beer
Joy to the Queers,
Who died
But were not forgotten
Joy to us all,
For making it this far
As we march in the streets,
People will hear us sing
No one can ignore,
The joy of a thousand Queers
O' Children of Watermelon Seeds,
tell me of your dreams
The one's where Father returns,
and Mother was always there
And Sister and Brother
can hold hands and dance
The ones where the buzzing of planes,
is nothing but a distant nightmare
O' Children of Olive Trees,
I know your blood runs deep
It gathers in the soil,
like Nature's finest oil
The trees care for you,
as you did for them
I wish I could be there for you,
as I know you'd be here for me
O' Children of the Red Sea,
I wish to listen to thee
But the phone is dead,
and the line is flattening
I wish not to hear your death's rattle,
but I know that if I don't,
we willl lose this Battle
O' Children of the East,
you're not the beast they say your are
You have the kindest hearts,
and the warmest smiles
When in reality,
It's the West that's vile
I know the people are not to blame
but those who supply and deny
This, and prior, Genocides
O' Leaders of the West
it's you who are the most Vile
You wish to sit in Denile
while blood is tainting the morale
Do you wish for more Oil?
Why else do you bomb their Soil?
O' Terrors of the Blue and White,
you are the very thing that killed your grandmothers and grandfathers
You Genocide and Terrorize,
like it's 1941
You monopolize on prior hate,
but Zionism isn't profitable
The world is watching,
and we'll laugh at your mistakes
All while holding up the children of
Watermelon Seeds and Olive Trees