To the Occupiers

You deal death
With 'peace',
End the occupation
With annexation,
Reduce Palestinians
To puppets on a string
Dancing at the end of the master's leash
Or at the end of a noose.

Your chequepoints provide
Population control:
Keep the Palestinian mothers in line
Until the newborn child expires
And Palestine's future expires
Along with the Palestinian passports
That never issued forth
From the barren womb
Of your peace process.

Dust to dust shall return
Is the promise of old

Dust in a shoebox
Dust created at a chequepoint ...
Na'ama is dust
3 month old Qussai is dust...
The babies of Hebron

Dust swept under the Zionist carpet of lies.

They are dust
Like the villages of Palestine
Like the dreams of Palestine
Are dust

Dust to dust shall return

But even that right of return
Is denied
To Palestinian dust.

Do not forget:
A tornado
Is nothing but dust
Whipped into a fury.

Na'ama and Qussai
We see your faces
In the Palestinian whirlwind
Taking shape in the distance

May the whirlwind deliver us
From the open wound of peace
Festering in the homeland.
May it scour the land clean
Of the filth of occupation!

Dust to dust
Cries out for justice.

Dust to dust
Cries out for deliverance.

We fear nothing
But the obliteration
That passes for peace...

One atom split
Changed the world.
Beware of the power
Of Palestinian dust!

** ONE PLOT AFTER ANOTHER **

The enemies of mankind
built their evil empire
by setting
human rights
and our hopes
on fire

I will tell you
a story
one of courage
that will make
all of you bitter
it is a story about
a long fight
with the evil empire.

Have you ever seen the skies
dark with hate
flames and fire!

Have you ever witnessed
the moon
the sun
reach the planet
and suffer!

It is because
what's inside
the evil empire
their ties with the planet
is about to sever
they are running away
flying higher and higher.

Who is other than
a Palestinian
has a story
like my story
about hate in a world
whose dawn
was choked off
by a killer

it is a story
about the homeland
whose people
continue to struggle
in this jungle
facing covert operation
secret proceedings
and fighting
one plot after another.

Listen and observe
the history
of the dark ages
is back to fight
mankind with vigor

if you believe
in humanity
just go and visit
the evil empire
no justice
no laws
no road to take
every crime is committed
undercover

it is all ashes
no moon
no sun to see
but lights
under fire

in a world like this
let me ask you
have you ever seen
Judges conspire!

like the security counsel
they fantasize their rules
no need to inquire
they are around you
ruling your fate
anyway they desire.

Who really runs the evil empire?
lobbyists
intelligence undercover!
they are ruling the world
together

for them burning the world
is not an issue
nor it is
a difficult matter
they made pact
with the devil
they belong to
one another

like birds of feather
they flock together
as they destroy
as they conspire
no one should remain
silent

for the sake of humanity
let us fight
speak out loud
we have a story
to  cover

to stay under
the Zionists rule
this civilization
is lost forever.

A mother's song



Why did you have to blow yourself up,
O my daughter?

Light of my eyes,
My blessing from Allah!
My heart longs for such simple things:
To sing at your wedding,
Carry your infant in my arms,
And help till the soil
That should have belonged
To you and your husband,
My grandchildren and their children.

Why, o why, could you not live
In peace in our land?
Why could you not choose life
Instead of death?

Why did you blow yourself up,
O my daughter?

Should such beauty as yours
Be reduced to rags of flesh
And smeared on the pavement,
To be cleansed from the street
By a streetcleaner
Like so much filth?

Why did you blow yourself up,
O my daughter?

I watched you grow
As tall and strong
As the olive tree
In the courtyard
Of my grandfather's house.

Alas, that you never saw it:
Long before you were born,
They chopped the tree down,
Filled the courtyard
With the rubble
Of the house
They demolished,
When they destroyed our village,
And took our land.

What they could not extinguish
Was the flame of our memories
And the torch of our dreams.

And we rejoiced
At your engagement,
Singing the old songs,
Celebrating
The nights of henna,
Reddening your palms
And the soles of your feet
With flowers and vines,
And the moon of Palestine.

The day of your wedding:
Hope blossomed in our hearts,
The beauty of all of Palestine,
Embroidered into your gown,
And then...

Your husband
Was brought to you
In a coffin.
Shot in the head
As he tended the field
That once belonged
To our families.

They told us
He was planting a bomb
When in fact
He was planting
An olive tree.

But then,
All Palestinian trees
Are a threat,
Which is why
They declared war
On our trees.
And all Palestinians
Are a threat
To the purity
Of the Zionist dream,
Which is why
They shoot first
And cover up later.

O my people,
Draw near
And celebrate
My daughter's sacrifice!

What else could she do
But blow herself up?

O my daughter,
Let your picture
Be on every wall,
And let the fruit
Of your sacrifice
Be inspiration
For every one of us,
Survivors of the Nakba,
Children of Occupation.

And let your sacrifice
Remain
Terror in the hearts
Of those who robbed us
Of our hopes,
And your future
In this life,
In our land.

O my daughter,
When they took from us
Our homes,
And all that
In this life is dear
To every human heart,
It is they
Who lit the fuse
Of the bombs
Of their own destruction.