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!
by Nabila Al Harb