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  • Some poems about life in an occupied country...

    Hopefully you will find these interesting...

    "BORN ON ANGRY SOIL"

    He walks alone through the imaginary island
    Taking in all that is beautiful.
    He imagines there is peace, he imagines there is love
    As he fills his island with his dear ones.
    His movements are gentle, his thoughts pure and innocent
    This child born on angry soil.

    His imaginary island is the only place he is free
    In his real world there is nothing beautiful
    There exists no peace, there exists no love
    He has been torn away from his dear ones.
    Yet, his movements are gentle, his thoughts pure and innocent
    This child born on angry soil.

    His oppressor's children play on real islands
    While he sits alone and weeps.
    He wonders when he'll laugh, he wonders when he'll live
    As his world falls down around him.
    Still, his movements are gentle, his thoughts pure and innocent
    This child born on angry soil.

    "TRAPPED"

    Trapped inside myself, longing with desparation for the time to come when I shall feel no pain
    Aching with hunger for the unfulfilled desire of pleasures never known unto me
    Freedom to simply be
    without permission
    without supervision
    without the constraints of emotional blackmail.

    Haunted by dreams, resigning myself to the knowledge that I cannot escape
    Confused by the messages passed thru me of things yet to be
    secrets from the past
    warnings of the future
    confused by my role as the character yet unknown.

    The shackles around my feet grow tighter now, cutting into my flesh as I try to step forward
    Determined to perservere even as the steel draws closer to bone
    unable to accept my sentence
    unable to give in and admit to what seems inevitable.

    Tortured by the irony I force myself to endure, waiting for the hopes buried in my dark side to come to light
    Pained by the reality that I must live inside my imagination
    For what is outside of that is not life
    but a perverted nightmare.

    Hating myself for being forced to be the kind of person I've always despised
    One who denies his own feelings and suppresses his yearnings because he's too tired to run
    Wanting so much for someone to see the real truth
    so I won't be alone
    alone in my pain
    alone in my longing
    alone with no home.

    Frustration overwhelms every waking moment, thoughts of..
    what could have been and what should have been
    what could be and what should be..
    flood my mind
    despite endless efforts to deal with what is.

    Speaking between the lines, I wait for a glimmer of understanding from someone who cares
    Waiting to be assurred that that someone exists
    but that is hope against hope
    still hope's all I've got left to cling to...

    "IF I HAD THE EAR OF GOD..."

    If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my mother her son back he was only nine.
    If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my father his olive grove back he was just about To harvest it.
    If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my brother his arm back it was small but it was One of only two he has.
    If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my sister her husband back
    He went to work last week and never came back.
    If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give me a road to school they
    Shot at us on the last one we took.
    If I had the ear of God I would ask him for a sea of chocolate in heaven so
    My little sister can have all the chocolate she wants she was only four.
    If I had the ear of God I would ask him to give my friend his mother back he
    Is only seven and cries all the time.
    If I had the ear of God I would ask him to destroy all the camps in a
    Hurricane so we would not have to live there any more.
    If I had the ear of God I would ask him for a chance to keep my head held
    High and not die with my face in the gutter like my father.
    If I had the ear of God I would not ask him for sympathy only a rock and a
    heart.

    "HOW CAN THEY STILL GO ON..."

    Tell me what do you see in that crying child's eye?
    The one standing by the rubbles and blood, surrounded by wails and crys
    Can you see the delicate hand peaking from beneath the ruins?
    That was his mother's, but now he's alone with only the desperate moon
    The air is thick with sadness, death, and little songs of sorrows
    How can they still go on and live until tomorrow...?


    "WHO AM I?"

    Who am I you ask?
    I do not exist
    I have no country
    No home
    No passport
    No land
    Who am I you ask?
    I do not exist
    I have no future
    No past
    No path
    Who am I you ask?
    I know who I am
    I know where I came from
    And where all my loved ones have gone
    I had a mother she wept day and night
    For a son she had that never made it home
    She is at peace now
    I had a brother he died
    He made his last stand with a stone in hand
    I had a father that taught me to fight
    With gun, with stone, with might
    Who am I you ask?
    I know who I am
    I have this card
    NRWA card number 8425
    Who am I you ask?
    I have no name
    I was made in Dair Yassen
    I was made in Sabra
    I was made in Shatela
    I was made in Jennen
    And I will not forget
    And I will not falter
    I will walk out of my camp
    With head held high
    Kill if you will
    Here I make my stand
    Kill if you will
    Here I make my stand

    "WATCH ME BLEED"

    Come, my brother, enter herein - enter my life.
    You wanted to know, you wanted to see - come, taste my strife.

    You speak of peace so easily - not knowing my war - not feeling my pain.
    Your "justice for all" is only "justice for few" while the guilty remain.

    You want us to put our weapons down, while their weapons persist.
    For you - easy talk. For you- food, family and freedom exist.

    It might make you feel good to speak out on aggression and say that you care.
    But that does not give you license to make my decisions while I am not there.

    You set up your conferences to "educate others" on our situation.
    Yet, you pick your own speakers to represent us while we lose our nation.

    You say you are with us and convince all around you it is peace that you seek.
    You say you will listen, you say you will hear us, but you won't let us speak.

    And you with the peace signs, organizing your marches, please only yourselves.
    You think your good thoughts can alone change the world like your signs on the shelves.

    You must face reality You think it is simple - it simply is not.
    Reality is watching your land taken away and your relatives shot.

    Two fingers up does not stop a bullet and make everything right.
    Righteous indignation does you no good if you won't see the light.

    You ask lots of questions, but won't hear our answers about what we need.
    The only thing left is for me to invite you to come watch me bleed...

    "FALL MY CHILDREN"

    Fall my children; keep him warm as he departs
    cover him from the bitterness of this cold air
    for I knew him, and his father before him
    he was but three summers when he first climbed upon my old arms
    as his father has done many winters gone
    his mother left him here before, although he was not cold then
    for it was high summer in Palestine and summers here are sweet
    she left him as she picked tobacco from the field yonder
    he crawled then too though his progress was not arduous
    now she leaves him once again for the last time
    so cover him my children for now he dies motherless
    he dies fatherless
    he dies landless
    cover him my children lest he leaves this world friendless
    for he has crawled here seeking the comfort of our touch and memories of a different time
    a time when he did not know about the settlers over the hill
    a time when he did not know the feel of a rubber bullet as it rips through flesh
    a time when he did not know the feel of a bulldozer as it ripped through cement, home, and life
    a time when he did not know the feel of being nothing, no one, no where
    a time when he did not know the sound of a cold jail cell door crashing
    a time when he was but three summers, playing as his mother picked tobacco in the field yonder
    cover him my children he is cold and tired
    cover him my children and give him peace
    comfort him one last time as you comforted his father before him

    "MY BELOVED LEFT FOR PALESTINE"

    My beloved left for Palestine
    Telling me he would be mine
    He asked me if I'd wait for him
    If he put his life out on a limb.

    The phone went dead, the sirens blared
    Throughout it all he was not scared
    His final breath flowed from his chest.
    Then the angels took him home to rest.

    My beloved left for Jennatain
    Leaving me to grieve in pain
    I asked him if he'd wait for me
    Until my soul was rendered free

    Days turned into months and years
    Throughout it all I still shed tears
    Sighs of grief flow from my chest
    O Angels, take me home to rest.

    My babies left for Palestine
    "We love you mommy, we'll be fine"
    The soldiers came and razed the ground
    They never even heard a sound

    The missiles screamed, the sirens blared
    But, across the ocean no one cared
    A mother's grief stays in her chest
    O Allah help me bear this test.

    I long to leave for Palestine
    And claim the love that once was mine
    O Aqsa will you wait for me?
    If I give my life to set you free?

    I long to leave for Jannatain
    And leave behind the grief and pain
    Will Allah save a place for me?
    Or will my deeds bring misery?

    Days will lead to months and years
    I ask for mercy through my tears
    Sighs of grief flow from my chest
    O Angels, take me home to rest.

    "MY SWEET DAUGHTER"
    In May 2001, Iman Hejo, 4 months old, youngest Palestinian ever to be killed by Israelis...

    My heart is burning,
    My homeland is sinking
    In a sea of blood, we are all drifting

    The Israelis aimed at my Sweet Daughter
    My precious rose, the bullet pierced through,
    Shocked I stare, your eyes are closed

    My sweet daughter,
    Seeing your toys, I will cry.
    Your memories are everywhere,
    As wide as the sky

    In the morning, to your bed I will fly,
    In the evening, I will wash your clothes,
    To me, you will never die

    Your smile, will forever shine
    Your laughter will forever echo
    in this heart of mine

    I will extend my arms,
    Lift you high in the air,
    Hold you as tight as a teddy bear

    See my empty arms!
    As quietly I drop my head
    And silently cry

    I love you, I love you
    I will always love you.
    My precious child

    Forever I will ask why ¿ why?
    Why kill my four months old baby?
    My sweet precious daughter,
    Why ¿ why?

    I will, forever weep,
    My tears will never dry,
    My heart will forever cry

    If you are interested, more poems could be found here:

  • #2
    DL!
    Christianity: The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree...

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    • #3
      What does that mean "DL"?

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      • #4
        It's part of a hazing ritual all settlers get in the Off-Topic area.
        Christianity: The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree...

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        • #5
          Do the DL dance.

          Shimmy shimmy.
          I came upon a barroom full of bad Salon pictures in which men with hats on the backs of their heads were wolfing food from a counter. It was the institution of the "free lunch" I had struck. You paid for a drink and got as much as you wanted to eat. For something less than a rupee a day a man can feed himself sumptuously in San Francisco, even though he be a bankrupt. Remember this if ever you are stranded in these parts. ~ Rudyard Kipling, 1891

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          • #6
            yup, starts posting in the OT and does something half-way provacative right of the bat, time to dance.
            Stop Quoting Ben

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            • #7
              At 4:30 in the morning local time, no less. Nobody can be that pissed so early in the morning. Ain't natural.
              I came upon a barroom full of bad Salon pictures in which men with hats on the backs of their heads were wolfing food from a counter. It was the institution of the "free lunch" I had struck. You paid for a drink and got as much as you wanted to eat. For something less than a rupee a day a man can feed himself sumptuously in San Francisco, even though he be a bankrupt. Remember this if ever you are stranded in these parts. ~ Rudyard Kipling, 1891

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              • #8
                Well, I've asked some guy in chat werether mideast politics are aplicable or not... He was called "Evangelian" or something like that, his nick made of few words. He said mideast politics aren't forbidden in those forums... BTW, what is "settler"? Are you reffering to the word bellow my nick? If so, how do I change it? I didn't seen any such option in profiles...

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                • #9
                  To all DLs.
                  Try http://wordforge.net/index.php for discussion and debate.

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                  • #10
                    DanS, I didn't even went to sleep :-)

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by Abdul-Aziz
                      BTW, what is "settler"?
                      Do you even know what this site is about?

                      ME politics isn't forbidden, but it has been beaten to death. On the other hand, an Arab perspective has been missing. You're outnumbered by a group of very nice Isrealis, but there are plenty of people here who support Palestine's right to self-determination.
                      Christianity: The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree...

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                      • #12
                        There's even a few people who think its ok to fly planes into buildings.
                        Try http://wordforge.net/index.php for discussion and debate.

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                        • #13
                          I obviously know what this site is about, otherwise why would I be registered here? It is about Civilization computer game. At least it appears if you search for civ related words in search engines...

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by Abdul-Aziz
                            I obviously know what this site is about, otherwise why would I be registered here? It is about Civilization computer game.
                            Then you should know what a settler is!
                            Christianity: The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree...

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                            • #15
                              Obvious DL. WHo comes to a civ site, heads straight to the OT, and start posting something controversial at the start. His name sounds like something someone would make up if they were trying to think of a middle-eastern name. People really ought to put more effort into their DLs- they ought to at least post enough in the on topic forums to get them up to Chieftain, post some non-controversial stuff on the OT first, then moving into the flamebait stuff.
                              "I'm moving to the Left" - Lancer

                              "I imagine the neighbors on your right are estatic." - Slowwhand

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