"quds" poems
US President Trump declared Jerusalem to be the capital of Israel.
How brazen.
He dare not hide his allegiance with thugs, war criminals, terrorists, thieves, heartless creatures, shall I go on.
He corrupt enough to give ownership of a capital rightfully belonging to Palestine to blood thirsty Zionists.
People all over the world protesting, demonstrating, showing their resistance to Trump's nonsense for more than a week now.
Most of the protests reactionary.
Although the protests are purposeful and necessary, ongoing consistent proactive resistance is what is needed.
Regretfully is what is lacking.
Keffiyah, donned by many following Trump's wicked declaration. The garment of solidarity with an oppressed land and oppressed people & a resistance to ongoing Zionist colonialism & criminality.
Buy One, Wear One, Speak up with One. Educate with One. Avoid being reactionary with One. Be proactive with One.
Long live Al-Quds. Long live Palestine. May God always protect the Holy Land.
by Najwa Kareem
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
For years it’s been in my head,
your ****** face, life misplaced,
in a countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Élodie, God’s children wed
in al-Quds. Is He dead, has He fled, been replaced?
For years it’s been in my head.
BBC, ABC, al Jazeera, Haaretz…
no story the same, not one has depicted
a countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Throat constricted, mind conflicted, eyes red
from the pounding bullets our ancestors’ war has inflicted:
for years it’s been in my head.
You were only four, too young to understand a soldier’s hatred.
I dropped the remote as the casualties were listed,
recited in a countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
It’s 2pm, Élodie. I’m drinking. Two years ago this day you were dead.
Eyes wide for the cameras. For God, arms outstretched.
For years it’s been in my head
in a countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 6:55 AM UTC