Elegy for Justice

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Written for Nasim August 2, 2011

Our prison is just down the road                                                                                                 

from where a manger stood                                                                                                                     

two thousand years ago.                                                                                                                                  

Our streets scared from the tanks,                                                                                                        

our houses pockmarked from ‘defense’. 

Our hearts are broken                               

our souls weeping                                                                                                                                        

our children restless and hopeless                                                                                                                        

our water rationed.

The sun rises and sets                                                                                                                                                              

on towering walls spray painted                                                                                                                           

by tourists and activists                                                                                                                                     

who say they care                                                                                                                              

say they will never forget,                                                                                                                                    

say that they will return.                                                                                                                               

We have longed to return                                                                                                                      

to the land of our fathers and grandfathers                                                                                                     

to the land of our mothers and grandmothers.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

On the wall hangs the key

to my grandfather’s house                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

the key to justice, to freedom,

to peace.                                                                                                            

The people come

from America,                                                                                                                       

from France,

from Ireland                                                                                                                               

to see Banksy’s artwork                                                                                                                                      

on a canvas of fear.                                                                                                                             

They come to take pictures of the wall,                                                                                                           

they walk past our homes,                                                                                                                 

ignorant

to how we suffer                                                                                                                              

at least they see the canvas                                                                                                                    

that many cannot even imagine                                                                                                                      

but our door is always open,                                                                                                                        

they are always welcome.                                                                                                                                  

You are always

welcome                                                                                                                                

to drink coffee

with me                                                                                                                                   

to smoke a cigarette

with me                                                                                                                          

to break this bread

with me                                                                                                                                   

cry with me

for the children.                                                                                                                    

So many people in the world suffer                                                                                                         

so many others are ignorant to their suffering.

I am not a terrorist                                                                                                                                         

I seek justice,

I seek freedom                                                                                                                             

I seek peace,

not apartheid                                                                                                                                          

Open your heart

open your mind                                                                                                                                   

please let us in.                                                                                                                                                   

Walls can’t stop love                                                                                                                

borders can’t stop humanity.

tear gas and rubber bullets

can’t stop the truth

 

So long as the sun

continues to rise                                                                                                                 

even over this wall,                                                                                                                                        

I will not

give up hope,                                                                                                                                   

I will never

take their life or my own                                                                                                   

I am not a terrorist,

or a quitter.                                                                                                                         

I am a refugee who seeks justice,                                                                                                        

freedom

and the peace that it will bring                                                                                                                

to the entire world

and to holy land           

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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