Poem: Words under occupation

October 30, 2024
Issue 
protester with a sign
Photo: Alex Bainbridge

genocide

‘vile’Ìý is the word

that rises from the rot and pestilence of policy, the propagation of ‘evil’

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý obscene inversion ofÌý ‘live’

photograph

a family picture

grandparents, parents, their offspring, cousins, close relatives, all arranged together

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý inside make-shift shrouds

home

tent, school, playground

speak of trust, belonging, holiday, the joys of learning, friendship,laughter

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý hijacked and set on fire

courage

to keep your head

clean wells, build shelters, grow food, tend to the wounded, give birth, bury the dead

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý knowing you may be next

harvest

olive, mint, watermelon

communal bread and refreshment, fragrant with tradition and hospitality

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý uprooted, blocked, verboten

normality

in a bitter twist of fate

the blame shifts systemically from perpetrator to victim

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý an irony lost in relentless propaganda

press

messenger of truth

bearing witness in a raw, un-censored, un-fabricated, on-the-ground sort of way

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý free target of drone, bomb and sniper

history

burnt and buried alive

supplanted by false stories, false claims, myths, monuments to gods of greed and wrath

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý the epicenter of lies

numbered

without number

are the days, laws, stats, concerns, deals, contracts, treaties, conventions, resolutions, constitutions

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý rendered meaningless, endless, empty drivel

freedom fighter

born in the human heart

baptised in the fire of civil rights movements and international charters

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý declared terrorist by the oppressing master

convenience

since you undeniably exist

cultural appropriation, cheap labour and military experiments turn into profitable byproducts

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý collateral benefits

privacy

in a surveillance state?

loving intimacy between the land (water, air, stone) and its people (blood, breath, bone)

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý defies dehumanisation

sanctuary

betrayed by fake promises

hearth, grove, house of prayer, designated safe zone, none can offer refuge

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý just the heart

hamsa

how to stop violence

beware: ‘once evil’ hides within violence, ‘once evil’ reconstitutes violence, begets violence, dare

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý look evil in the eye

hand

of a child

pink, soft, adorable, sticks up from under rubble, grasping air, numb

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý last gasp of life

art

rites of resistance

poems on walls, acts in court yards, calligraphy on kites, names printed on body parts

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý lines in the sand

hope

left naked at the core

in mothers, martyrs and the millions who renounce the might of empire

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý quietude for generations to restore

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