Global Intifada
Nahida Izzat,
Exiled Palestinian
I need to watch this horror
I need to feel their pain
Homes erased
Schools bombarded
Hospitals targeted
Water cut off
Food denied
Children crying
Babies Dying
Mamas losing their minds
I need to stare at them dying
Attentive, no distraction
Not turn my face away
Not cover my eyes
Not look the other way
I need to feel their pain
I need my heart, ripped out
Shaken to the core
I need to ache and tremble
Watching her body crumble
I need to feel his fear
As he wipes his tears
I need to feel their pain
I need to hear her screams
Piercing through my ears
I need to break my norms
Disturb my inner peace
I need to cry my eyes out
I need to feel her pain
I need this heartache, to reclaim my humanity
I need it to overcome my selfishness and greed
I need this heartache, so my heart doesn’t rot
Of hardiness and apathy
I madly need this pain, to feel alive and human again
As Palestine gasps for survival
She breathes Life, into a dying world
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A weary world,
With a tainted soul and confused identity
Lost, oppressed, depressed and downtrodden
Seeking a way out of chronic misery:
Mega corporations
Money swindlers, arms dealers
Ego promoters, mind controllers
Slavery to addiction, illusion of liberty
Erased Masculinity, disfigured femininity
Stolen childhood, lopsided morality
Lying politicians, impotent jurisdiction
Fake democracy
Genocidal barbarity
Delusional superiority
Normalised depravity
Dehumanised humanity
and on, and on, and on
As Palestine gasps for freedom
She kindles faith and hope
Into the soul of a despairing humanity
Infuses passion of liberation
Into the heart of an occupied world
Have you ever seen the world so united
So enraged
So in tuned
So inspired
So in awe
So in love
So alive!
It’s Palestine, Sir
It’s the Holy Land
We watch in disbelief
The pain of Palestine,
Trickling down
Saving humanity from its itself
Healing all, mind, heart and soul
Awestruck, we watch, eyes open wide
The tears of Palestine
Drowning in agony
Drawing smiles
Awakening dreams
Of a better, more beautiful world
Bewildered, we retain in memory
The maiming of Palestine
The grace of Palestine!
Stitching wounds
With a thread of faith
Embroidered with a rainbow of hope
Gathering nations
As a mother hugging her own
Are we dreaming?
Is that really true?
Are we awakened yet?
A small tiny nation with no means at all
Facing superpowers armed with might, and hate
Are these people crazy?
Have they lost their minds?
Facing tanks with meek means
Embracing death with open arms
Offering life to those who follow
Either a life of dignity
Or the glory of martyrdom
Succumbing to non but the One Most High
Grinning as they say goodbye
Hearts full of love
And faith sky high
Enchanted
Oscillating between anger and adoration
Overriding guilt and shame
Hearts of mankind align
Throb in perplexing harmony
And deep admiration
Chanting in unison
Palestine will be Free
From the River to the Sea
Free Free Palestine
Free Free Palestine
Nahida Izzat: "I am -a Jerusalem born- Palestinian refugee living in exile for over 40 years. I was forced to leave my homeland, Palestine at the age of seven during the six-day war. I am a mathematician by profession but art is one of my favorite pastimes, I love hand-made things, so I make dolls, cards, and most of my clothes. I also write poetry and participate in dialogues with known and unknown friends as I believe that communication is the first step to understanding, I believe in building bridges, not walls. My shy nature hinders me from public speaking, so I try to compensate for my shortcomings by writing! I started writing some years ago when my friends insisted I should write about my memories, experiences, and my feelings as a Palestinian. So I self-published two books, I Believe in Miracles and Palestine, The True Story. [Biographical information: Growing Gardens for Palestine]
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