“Death” – A Rehearsal?

On an old message from Gaza

Now Spring 2025

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Motaz Azaiza writes

 

“you are all [fucking] useless

without shame watching us getting

killed one by one

 

will wait my turn to be killed by Israel

and believe me you are gonna do

nothing”

 

it is worth

repeating

over and over

 

over & over & over...

 

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Full Poem (& Links)

August 2024, Motaz Azaiza talks of  Genocide in Gaza  

since 1948, at Free Derry Corner & the Mural of Solidarity. 

 "I'm here as a messenger from my people to tell you that we need your support because you got your freedom.. I know even still you..struggle from occupation till now... but we need your help because what is happening to us it's now...its not compared to anything what's happening... it's a genocide."  {Palestinian photojournalist Motaz Azaiza - Video by Brendan Gilligan from Derry News)

 “Holocaust”?

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"This not-Jew Zionist in my clothes-closet

asks: what business is this of mine

to concern myself

 

with nakhba and ethnic-cleansing,

with the cruel crimes of empire

no longer “holocaust” nor “shoah”

(nor the desperate delusions of the dispossessed?)

 

what business is this of mine?..

with savagery and sadism and the laughing soldiers

(their sharp-tongued-metal filled with hatred and fierce fire)

with women’s underwear on their heads

and the child’s stuffed toy under the thief’s arm

and always always the fucking phone-camera

 

the one who laughs

with friends and family

at home or on holiday

beyond the blooded barbed wire..."

Full Poem (& Links) 

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness, who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.”  (Isaiah 5:20)

For the

[now countless] 

Dead of Gaza

 

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"i thought my tears had all run dry.

i thought my weapons were now without fire.

i thought after so many dead and maimed

the killing might stop.

 

i went and dug a hole in the solitude

of an ailing spirit.

 

i went there and buried my head

in shame and grief and

the violence of my own colonised

heritage.

 

i went there to flee this age-old

murderous rage.

 

But the ghosts are never silent in this lost place..."

 

Full Poem (& Links) 

 

NOTE: 

Hiba Kamal Abu Nada (24 June 1991 – 20 October 2023) "...was a Palestinian poet, novelist, nutritionist, women's rights activist and Wikimedian." 

She was assassinated in her home in the Gaza Strip by an Israeli airstrike in the ongoing Gaza Genocide.   

Her last poem - posted on October 8:

 “Gaza’s night is dark

apart from the glow of rockets,

silent apart from the sound of the bombs,

terrifying apart from the comfort of prayer,

black apart from the light of the martyrs.

Good night, Gaza.”

 

Images from the Poet by 'Arabic Literature Everywhere'

 

 UNRWA UPDATE (Friday, March 28, 2025)

• Since the collapse of the ceasefire in Gaza on the night between 17 and 18 March, intense military activities and hostilities have continued, killing and injuring hundreds of people and further damaging and destroying what remains of civilian infrastructure, including hospitals.
• Over 180 children were reported killed on 18 March, marking “one of the largest single-day child death toll in the last year” according to UNICEF.
• On 19 March, two UN guesthouses were hit by an explosion in Deir al-Balah (Gaza middle areas), killing one UNOPS team member and injuring six more UN staff, some of whom sustained life-altering injuries.
• On 24 March, the UN Secretary-General “has taken the difficult decision to reduce the Organisation’s footprint in Gaza”. However, the UN is not leaving the Gaza Strip and "remains committed to continuing to provide aid that civilians depend on for their survival and protection.”
• Humanitarian aid and supplies have not entered the Gaza Strip since March 2, when the Israeli authorities imposed a siege. This siege has now lasted over three weeks, surpassing the duration of the total siege first imposed in October 2023 when the war started. As a result, critical humanitarian supplies, including food and medical aid, are rapidly depleting.
• In the West Bank, the Israeli Forces’ large-scale operation that started in Jenin camp and other areas in the north on 21 January 2025 is ongoing, making it by far the single longest Israeli Forces’ operation in the West Bank since the second intifada in the early 2000s and causing the largest population displacement since the 1967 war...

 Welcome, 

to 

The Age of the Lie

Monday, January 20, 2025*

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Obsequious to Wealth and Power

we will now eat stale crusts

from the Oligarch’s table.

 

In good company, we are all,

one among the many, a grinning

multitude among the greedy dogs.

 

Oh, i should have been born

with a flag as my umbilical cord

for a world already beginning to burn

 

for here, beneath each endless betrayal

is the Revolt of the Oligarchs, this televised

Catastrophe of the Celebrities... (Contd.)

 

Full Poem (& Links)

 

* Monday, January 20, 2025

Second inauguration of Donald Trump

Wikipedia

 An End – to – Empire

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...3.

 

These voices that haunt the dark

tell me there is no end.

 

But i believe in an end.

 

i believe in the end to Empire.

i believe in an end to the greedy rutting

of emperors and tyrants.

To dynasties and darkness.

i believe in the end of Führers and fanatics,

of ayatollahs, crown princes, kings and dictators.

 

i believe in an end to lies and liars

the propaganda of power and profit

i believe an end will come

i believe it all will be possible... 

 

Full Poem (& Links)

"The United Nations on Tuesday said that the humanitarian crisis is so grave in Gaza that one child gets killed every hour.

Since the start of the war in October 2023, 14,500 Palestinian children have lost their lives, according to Unicef figures. The UN Agency for Palestine Refugees (UNRWA), which has been banned from operating in Gaza, said in a post on X, “One child gets killed every hour. These are not numbers. These are lives cut short. Killing children cannot be justified. Those who survive are scarred physically and emotionally.”

October 2023 - December 24, 2024, 14,500 Children Murdered by Israel

 “Thieves” and “Murderers” 

(Whitewashing War Crimes)

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"...In this oasis of wealth and greed

all the best are deluded with bribes and threats

and look, here, at the sacred hour of the news

watch!, every single honest voice is now

seen swimming for its life far out beyond

a sea of slaughter and lies and

their technology of terror.

 

There is no time now to write books.

No time to bury our dead.

Our world has had its tongue castrated

by those in power,

its humanity ethnically cleansed,

cruelty is now “reasonable“, “realistic“, “rational“,

its war only massacre and genocide

in the name of peacekeeping,

its dialects empire and fighter jets, its

culture and poetry “rendition” and torture,

the curse of its philosophy – its philosophers

naked and on trial, imprisoned and poisoned,

or left beating their bibles into swords and tank shells...."

(Autor Degeefe @ es.wikipedia.org sobre un mapa en blanco del dominio público

)

 Full Poem (& Links)

“Between 7 October 2023 and 26 November 2024, according to the Ministry of Health (MoH) in Gaza as reported by OCHA, at least 44,249 Palestinians have been reportedly killed in the Gaza Strip while 104,746 have been reported injured.”

(Information updated for 19-25 November 2024, valid as of 25 November 2024 at 22:30

UNRWA Situation Report #149

Netanayahu's Amalek

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Netanayahu's Amalek

A “love” poem for Israel

 

If we could but reach

out enormous arms like

wings that reach horizon’s

end and far farther beyond

all hurt and everywhere

 

embrace each single one

before the bare-naked bombs

before the stone-mad-missiles

before even the soul-less surgical sniper

 

if i could but hold back

all your wicked wrath with

bloody belief to break

its ice-sharp venom

 

if we all could be but another one

with or without tattoo or number

who with both arms wide could

endure each day’s desperate news

 

report then that here

where Autumn’s end

still will sing

no matter the hour

 

so sing now

 

like a soundless

choir composed

of all these dead

and silenced children

 

you

so coldly

murdered.

 

séamas carraher

30, october – 5 november, 2024

Image Posted by Mosab Abu Toha, October 13, 2024

A new massacre this time against five children in Al-Shatie Camp while they were playing near a cafè.

Palestinian Poet Mosab Abu Toha 

 KATYUSHA – A “love” poem for Gaza

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Here is a girl keeps me awake

at night.

 

She slips silent to my bedroom

in the dark

when everyone

sleeps

 

when all our friends

have fled

 

she slides softly between the sheets

with a hand on my beating heart

“make war – not love”, she

whispers seductively

 

“our world has grown

much too much bitter

for anything else”...

...8

“Katy”, I said, (if that is your name)

“why do we make war and not love

any more?”

 

“Go ask the Generals.

Go ask the Politicians in their

well-dressed suit-and-lies.

Go ask the Money and its Masters,

their insane industry of profit and pain...” (Contd.)

 

Full Poem (& Links)

 (Our) HISTORY (is Theirs)

(Their) STORY (is Ours)

for all refugees and those who seek asylum

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There is this thin line called

the corpus callosum.

It transects both the geography

and blind terror

of a displaced mind.

 

There is, also,  Citizen,

this imaginary place

called East and West.

 

Here your patience must wait

for a future condemned

to be force-fed

on the futile fear of the mindless,

mediated now between the meridians

of thought and thoughtlessness.

 

If you woke alone in

this no-man's-land

it would hiss hatred

at your presence

like an angry snake

disturbed by its own

selfish sleep.

 

Here

we must all seek rest

somewhere between memory

and trauma

and the strange yet familiar

sound of screeching voices,

where nothing spoken will ever

make much sense.

 

Somehow here, mein Führer,

all our words are taken

hostage.

 

Our Being, already mute with the

chatter of speechlessness,

is now made unbearable with

the lobotomy of borders... (contd.)

"Refugees" Morris Topchevsky (1939-1940)

 

FULL POEM (& Links) 

 

Louis Guglielmi - Refugees (1939)