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Palestine? Do I exist? |
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Trustworthy |
04/25/03 at 21:04:56 |
[slm] Palestine? Do I exist? Many days have gone by and the world is still spinning I'm left alone in my pain looking through my dismantled home No one to hear my cries over the sounds of hate that surrounds me No one to heal my ill heart, I keep it locked up inside No longer can I express my pain and anguish through tears I've got to the point that I've regressed And repression is how I fight against anger But if anger’s a gift then I guess I've been blessed If you have seen what I still see The thirst for earth from the enemies that wish to see it drenched with my blood They quench to torture my father, beat my mother, rape my sister, cut my brother from ear to ear, and put a bullet into my heart Heaven I know soon my time will come Darkness is all that I embark in the shadows of despair Involved with involuntary thoughts of evil triggered by hurt and persistence The twisted web of tangled lies and broken promises Strangles the hope to waste and numbs the taste of freedom that I crave I am forced to face these crimes of hate against the state of my existence Feeling the weight of the world upon my weak shoulders My heart is in a constant wave of tension The lessons that are taught before my eyes is the reality of my own little world I feel myself in question, there is no trust I've opened up my mind and have felt the truth forever I know the truth but I still wonder why I want to know the answers yet I want to shut the door I want to runaway but I have no place to go Angry voices in another wave of tension has more than filled me up like a loaded weapon Wishing I could find a way to disappear takes me one step closer to the edge I find bliss in ignorance, all these thoughts they make no sense The less I hear, the less I feel Even the people who never frown eventually break down When you cut me do I not bleed? Do you not feel my warm blood wrapped around your hands? All my desire to take action, please release me and let me be You took the best of me, please don't take the rest of me Let me find the peace that I so desperately need This little world of mine is broken How broken it is, I still call it home But Palestine, do I exist? I answer to the world outside, "I am Palestine. Yes, I do exist." Amina Ahmad Copyright January 2003 |
Re: Palestine? Do I exist? |
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Trustworthy |
04/29/03 at 15:33:23 |
Living Nightmare It is your duty to care for the sick Be grateful that you are healthy It is your duty to help a person in need Be empathetic not sympathetic Prepare yourself for your patients are coming Bloodied faces, bone protrusions, crater wounds Take a hold of my hand to ease your pain “Tell my wife please, ‘Forgive me, I broke my promise.’” Close his eyes after his last breath is taken Take a hold of my hand to ease your pain “Tell my 2 year old son please, ‘Protect your mother always and be good.’” Let him give one last squeeze as he gulps the air for the last time Take a hold of my hand to ease your pain “Tell my sister please, ‘My wedding dress is yours. At least it’s not a hand-me-down.’” Stay with her until her smile fades Exhaustion will be overwhelming, rest when you feel weak Here comes another truck load of patients Take a hold of my hand to ease your pain “Tell my brother please, ‘Don’t worry about it. Life’s too short.’” Keep him warm until there is no more wind coming from his face Take a hold of my hand to ease your pain “Tell my dad please, ‘Happy birthday. I died in glory.’” Let him hug you until his grip is lightened Take a hold of my finger to ease your pain “Could you please tell Mama that I’m sorry I broke Nanna’s broach? And give her my piggy bank that’s under my bed.” Cradle her close to your body until the warmth between you is completely gone Exhausted she falls asleep in her tears, waking up screaming in sweat Waking up in a warm bed, she looks around and wonders if it was all just a nightmare Reaching in her pocket, she finds a handful of folded notes Reading them, tears trickle down her cheeks as she starts to send each one home Prepare yourself for your patients are coming Bloodied faces, bone protrusions, crater wounds Take a hold of my hand to ease your pain “I know I’m not going to live. I wanted to tell you that you being with me in my final hour eases the pain. Thank you with all my heart.” Amina Ahmad Copyright 2003 |
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