The palestinian conflict is increbidly complex and the question of who bears the blame is a difficult one to answer. After the Second World War there was an influx of Jews into the British Mandate of Palestine, and these Jews soon declared and independent state, which provoked a war with the arab inhabitants and many neighboring countries. In modern times, Palestinian violent resistance has manifested itself through terrorist attacks, and Israel has been accused of using its superior military strength irresponsibly. These seven poems attempt to provide an insight from the two points of view of the conflict. The poems are grouped into three groups, the first three are from the point of view of a radical palestinian terrorist, the second from the point of view of an Israeli soldier, and the last describes the situation of their encounter during an armed skirmish. Each poem is accompanied by a picture to better illustrate the situation. (All images found via Google Image search).
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Sliver of Salvation
We are forgotten
Lost in pools of pain
Disregarded by greed
And sympathy overlooks
Our humble plight.
So we turn to those
Who offer us a glimpse,
A sliver of salvation,
In the eyes of the world
We are evil, but we just survive.
Break the chains,
We’ll do wrong if we must,
But we do it for right
And though now you hate us
Soon we’ll be laughing above.
Guns and Gold
Night breaks into dawn
Exploding in red and orange
Like a bomb from the chest
Of our heros who fight
For freedom and glory
In lands claimed by invaders.
The flashes of firey light
Spread out across the desert hills,
Breakign a broken people,
Crushing a crushed country,
Raping a raped land,
As the bombs fly back home.
So we ride to glory,
Our weapons hidden
In our sophisticated disguise
As our brother die like rats
At the hands of vermin
With guns and gold.
Catalyst
They are the future
They are the past
They are the problem
They are the cause.
They came in hordes,
In deadly swarms
Riding from black night
To bring black night to white day.
And we stood like the stones
Of our age old homes
Against the spawn of Abraham
We fight for freedom and for glory.
Great God take me,
Great God embrace me,
That I may know no fear,
That I mat to my enemy
Bring poison tears.
Safety and Security
The sun shines down
On our torn society
As the charred remains
Of another bus lie
Smoking in the streets.
They sent us here
To keep the peace,
To enforce the fearful calm
To defend the hundred hopeful sons
We offer up to God.
They say we’re better off,
They thrust upon us blame,
But personally I disagree.
As my city explodes in flames,
We arm ourselves again.
And all the technology
In the world can never
Invent security or buy safety,
Can never assemble stability,
And for my country I feel pity.
Our only land
We broke our backs
To build this country,
Now it burns in flames.
We hid and we survived
In times of old,
But now we can hid no more.
After the terrible twisted
Mind of a maniacal monster
Unleashed a dark curse on us,
We’ve finally come home.
Who owns the land?
We’ve kept the age old deed
In our champion book of godly creed.
They fought against us
When we only wanted peace,
But now we fight for life.
So come and join us here in
This paradox of a paradise
This hellish holy land,
But the only land we’ve ever had.
Final Fatality
They’ve brought forth
Their evil terror legions
Death by strangulation
Or by fire suffocation.
And we swear by those
Whom we protect still unborn,
Sons and daughters we hope to never mourn.
We fight because we fear more blood.
Blood rains from the scorching sun
Who our pleas does disregard.
So goes the story of a blood-soaked bard
Who from the wreckage flames does run.
Tonight we strike.
Tonight we end this for ever more.
If the world thinks us savage,
They know not what we fight for.
War
In the desert sun,
Through burning wreckage
Rides one sodlier pack
As all around the mortars fall.
While in the haunting smoke,
A survivor casts away the rubble,
Takes his weapon and turns to fight,
Thrusts himself upon the invader.
Battle flows as survivors,
Scared to act alone,
Join the solitary hero
With sticks and stones and fire and pain.
Gunfire in all directions,
Laying man and beast to rest
‘Till one on each side remains
No weapons left but bleeding bare hands.
The sun burns bare skin,
One dark, one light,
As fist and face collide,
Like knee and feeble stomach,
Both fall bleeding, twitching, to the ground.