Three Poems: Gaza CPDS Poetry #2

The Center for Political and Development Studies (CPDS) organised a contest a year ago on Prisoners and Nakba and recieved these submissions. [….] They are sent to Gaza.scoop.ps exclusively.

Yousef Aljamal, CPDS.
Gaza

Poems

My Village
My village, in which I didn’t live a single day
Has been living inside me everyday
Since I was born, I grow and my nostalgia
Grows more and more till it tears me up
It wasn’t me who chose to live far away
And neither my grandparents did
They were beaten, cleansed and dispossessed
Into tents of exile their souls were left
Gone with their olive groves and citrus fields
Leaving a wound to never be healed
Since my grandparents fled away
They thought they would return the next day
They died, but no need to sigh
As, their heritage, their songs and memories persist
They say that elderly people die
And after that the young will forget
But no way
Until return, Palestinians will resist
Our tears of hope will never dry
And when we return to our homelands
From ashes, trees will rise high
And white doves will over fly
And we’ll caress with our bare hands
Every precious berry of sand
This dream might not happen soon
But it absolutely will one day

Noor Ghanem

Every war starts with a cry
Every day hundreds of people die
A cause like ours has No alike
It does not end with a speech nor does it with a strike

I get back in memory for sometime
I see the olive tree and lime
I see the smile of a little boy
Who suddenly died and so did his toy

I see an old man farmin' his land
He tries not to lose any grand of sand
and out of no where, it was gone
He lost his land , or actually lost his son..

I see my grandma sewing my dad a coat
I see my dad happy with the poem he wrote
Faces changed , My dad got sad
He could no longer show his mom the pleasure he had ..

I see a woman holdin' her son's shirt
Praying that he would not be hurt
She looked around and found his watch
And realized that his time has approached..

In our lives what matters is the war
Sometimes we might be shocked to the core
We might have to follow a trace
To meet the one and get a sweet embrace..

Over the nights, I heard a repeated scream
I could have no sleep, I couldn't even dream
But I'm going to try over and over again
Till I die or release that pain..

Our cause would end so soon
It would end before the beginning of June
It all started 63 years ago
It did break every rule and law

They destroyed our homes and hearts
They divided our land into parts
And gave us the smallest share
They wanted us to die or simply not to care..

Our children grew to be men
They learned how to fight and how to win
and finally the approval is on the way
Our wishes will be real, and so every Mom's pray..

Every mom would hug her son again
And our blood would not go in vain
Every man would farm his field
And ever pain would be healed

Those Zionists would be kicked out from here
There would be No blood nor fear
Palestine You Will be Free
And that white dove will never leave any tree

Nothing But happiness we would feel
We're finally seeing our dreams comin' real
Nothing Would stop us Now
Palestine , Finally you will be free

We suffered for too long , and been through many dilemmas.
We've lost many things , Many were captured and more were killed..
Kids were taken to No where , we were forced to leave our homes and above all we are the once who are called interferer
Palestine , In your 63rd anniversary of that unforgettable day , I stand holding your flag and sayin your anthem hoping that the next time It would be said when we free you..
Palestine your kids , your men , your women , even your old men and anyone who has some dignity left will not rest till you do,,

Arabs woke up , and we woke up and It's time to get you back…

Returning Dream Will Never Fade
By: Nour O. El Borno

Women's cry filled the place.
Elder men's bodies everywhere.
World war 3, even worse.
Anguished children, yet no one cared.
No, our story will never have no end.
Tolerance has become the air we breathe
Time passed since nineteen forty eight.
Our ancestors had died but the returning dream will never fade
Fait accompli we will return
Regardless what is done.
Enough is enough you brutal men
East is ours, can't you comprehend ?
Old we are or young
Uncles or aunts
Roaring prisoners is all what you will hear
Mothers and fathers, our enemy don't fear
Eagles we have grown to be and protectors of the weak.
Night and day are eyes see no sleep.
Agonize over this traitors and thieves.
No one will stand between us
Dreamers of revenge we have become
Sons and daughters of captive men
Orphans of martyrs, you have killed
We will rock your worlds and get you to the end
Earlier, we were young now we are great men
Winning back what was stolen is our mission
I advise you to leave, we have been muted for too long
Love and mercy no longer make sense
Let us free or else ..

Ps : if you gather the first letter of each sentence gives a whole sentence ..

Peace.

ENDS

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