Some Body’s Mind

Yesterday I saw a young man dragged into the room across from me as I was taken out for corrective therapy. He looked at me. I recognized him, and I knew, viscerally, that he was saying good bye. Today he is not there. The room is bare and sanitized, there is no trace that reveals that anyone was ever in that room. There is only my memory and their memory and maybe your memory too. He was a young man from Israel that quit the IDF after serving for a few months. His reasons were never shared with me, but his poetry was:

 

                                                           Death moves freely

                                                           while life is calculated.

                                                           I will show you how the

                                                           twisted mind

                                                           will find its way.

 

                                                          -How?

 

                                                           Through the healing song

                                                           its essence is similar

                                                           to this……………

 

Palestine

do you see your sunsets?

 Do you hear the sound of the grass

reaching out to the other side of the wall?

 Do you hear the sound of your memories

memories that have become the unexpressed sadness

of a raped and stolen home?

 

Palestine

I am not America nor Israel

I am you

I am the dead seeds at the checkpoints

I am the life that is taken from children

 

Palestine

I am sorry

I am sorry for cowardly silencing my voice

I will share my mouth with your voice

 

The moth has become camouflaged

on the glass window for everyone to see

                                   for our hearts and minds

to feel and understand the shame and hate

that gives them life.

 

Palestine refuses the death of voice

                            the death of resistance

                            the death of the ungrown tree

 

Breathe:

            Suheir Hammad

 Breathe:

            Mahmoud Darwish

 Breathe:

            Sami Al-Qasim

 Breathe:

             People

 

Do not speak of Israel………

It is sacred

Speak of Palestine-

It is there

naked

crucified

and

soon will become sacred

 

breathe:

            children

 breathe:

            women

 breathe:

            men

 breathe:

           people

 

our hearts have screamed with love and resistance to the world

    “our being will not be taken!!!!!”

 

Some were shot below the knee

and some were shot in the chest and then died…….

The scream was heard in the womb

of tomorrow’s generations…..

I see no flags between Israel and Palestine

there are only the colors that seem to paint

a world in the color of well-meaning flags.

 I see no flags between Palestine and Israel

I see being

Israeli soldier putting down her gun

                       putting down his gun

to shoot words of wisdom guided by love

to bring death to the thought that whispers

life into Israel’s justification

shooting to bring death to the life of Israel’s occupation

 I see woman

I see man

suicide bombers

hoping that in their explosions

the hate in their minds will sooth the pain in their hearts

I see mother

I see father

with no life…………

their lives taken by the death of their son

their lives taken by the death of their daughter-

their children

 taken by an explosion of hate

taken by an explosion of love

 

breathe:

            Rami Elhanan

 breathe:

            Ishay Rosen-Zvi

 breathe:

            Wafa Idris

 breathe:

            people

 

it is certain that nothing will change

it is certain that everything will change

it is certain because uncertainty is certain in tomorrow’s generations

 

tomorrow’s generations perpetually imagine and explore

tomorrow’s generations struggle and resist

and that is why tomorrow’s generations love, create, and live……they live-

 

breathe:

            truth

 breathe:

            resistance

 breathe:

            Bi’lin

 breathe:

            Ni’lin

 breathe:

            Abud

 breathe:

            Iraq Burin

 breathe:

            West Bank

 breathe:

            Gaza

 breathe………………..