Remi’s poems
Remi Kanazi (Palestinian American poet and advocate)
http://www.poeticinjustice.net/webs/Arabs%20on%20News%20TV.htm
So what’s the media so afraid of?
That those doon coons
Might hate policy rather than the Jews
Or is the humanizing of a people
They’re destroying just too much to stomach?
I don’t think Nicaraguans, East Timorese
Or any Iraqi today hates our way of life
They just don’t like being shit on!
Injustice not fanatics
Fans the flame of fundamentalism
Bin Laden wouldn’t have a pot to piss in
If he didn’t have a cause
Maybe the West should start abiding by
Some of that international law it created
And ask those in the Near East
Hey towel heads
Why all the hatred?
June 2006
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TO EXIST IS TO RESIST
In my mind
I’ve freed Palestine
Envisioned the dream
That just needs to be seen
Olive trees and ecstasy
Orange groves
That lead to our roads!
No blocks and cops
No ten-year-olds shot
Lovin’
Is what I got
I understand my grandmother’s plan
To live on her bought and paid for land
And though it isn’t in her hands
It remains in her heart
Every time another is killed
We go back to the start!
1948: the date they make us remember
The star and scars of David
And we’re the ones who’ve hated?
We’ve been raped and berated
By bullets and forced “immigration”
Squatting and settling
Left wrestling with the best Zionism has to offer
While the US fills its coffers
We’re seen as monsters
Our people blow up in pain
Black eyed and half insane
Wouldn’t you be?
If an Israeli bullet penetrated your child’s brain?
I vision Palestine in my mind
With the “chosen” frozen in time
To realize their morality’s blind
To take back generations of crime
And put an end to Apartheid!
How many kids sit and wish
They could be labeled other than a terrorist
To exist
Is to resist!
Reads the graffiti in their cities
Give them chalk instead of rocks!
They will use the blackboards
If you let them go to school
Give them chalk instead of rocks!
Instead you bulldoze the block
Destroy their homes
Palestine is what you call the “no building zone”
But you can’t bulldoze our minds
Every time we’ll rise through ashes
Like Cassius Clay
We’ll bob and weave for infinity
There is no divinity
In bombing our cities
Setting up committees to treat us differently
We’re from Philistine
The land where dreams are made
There is nothing brave about oppressing
We’ll count and multiply our blessings
So remember just one thing
One day the bells of freedom will ring
And you’ll see me smiling
Loving life in Palestine.
October 2005
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