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Algorithm in the G.

Algo in the genocide  Okay I won't use the word Jewish  And I won't use the word Zionist  And I won't use the word genocide  And I won't use the word apartheid  And I won't use the word settler  And I won't use the word colony  And I won't use the word killed  And I won't use the word watermelon  And I won't use the word Palestine  And I won't use the word resistance  And I won't use the word law  And I won't use the word moral  And I won't use the word men  And I won't use the word God  And I won't use the word river  And I won't use the word sea  And I won't use the word free And I won't use the word children For the young of _____ are always _____ What are we left with at the end? A murdered dictionary and field After silent field of unmarked graves. — Omar Sakr
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Qaawim ya sha’abi, qaawimhom: Resist, My People, Resist Them

Resist, my people, resist them. In Jerusalem, I dressed my wounds and breathed my sorrows to God. I carried the soul in my palm for an Arab Palestine. I will not succumb to the ‘peaceful solution’, never lower my flags until I evict them from my homeland and make them kneel for a time to come. Resist, my people, resist them. Resist the settler’s robbery and follow the caravan of martyrs. Shred the disgraceful constitution that has imposed relentless humiliation and stopped us from restoring our rights. They burned blameless children; As for Hadeel, they sniped her in public, killed her in broad daylight. Resist, my people, resist them. Resist the colonialist’s onslaught. Pay no mind to his agents among us who shackle us with illusions of peace. Do not fear the Merkava [Israeli army tanks]; the truth in your heart is stronger, as long as you resist in a land that has lived through raids and victory. Ali called from his grave: resist, my rebellious people, write me as prose on the ag...
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If I Must Die …

By Refaat Alareer Read in English by Brian Cox إذا كان لا بُدَّ أن أموت …
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The Earth is Narrowing Around Us

A poem by Mahmoud Darwish  (translation) The original version in Arabic A bus station ad purports to show a shrinking 'Palestine' in Vancouver, Canada.  (photo credit: @globalpilgrim via Twitter, via timesofisrael
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“Think of the Others”

 
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Home

no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well your neighbors running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body you only leave home when home won’t let you stay. no one leaves home unless home chases you fire under feet hot blood in your belly it’s not something you ever thought of doing until the blade burnt threats into your neck and even then you carried the anthem under your breath only tearing up your passport in an airport toilet sobbing as each mouthful of paper made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back. you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land no one burns their palms under trains beneath carriages no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled me...
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