Intifada! Fight!
(Poem)
when seething
from the camp
of jabalia to gaza
and flaming
from the west bank
to east jerusalem
the first intifada
of the heroic palestinians
when the jews occupied
their sacred territory
a mother fell
on the heaving ground
bloody was her breasts and belly
with fresh bullet holes
her baby rolled like a ball
near the asphalted sidewalk
suddenly the baby crawled
toward the dead mother
and tenderly, so tenderly
grasped the bloody breasts
the baby’s lips hungrily tried
to suck even a drop of milk
would there be milk
from a dead mother’s breasts?
in our la tierra pobreza
flooding is the milk of nestle
from the blood and sweat
of underpaid workers
but their emaciated babies
could not take a lick of it
sagging now are their mothers’ breasts
devoid of even a drop of milk
after mashed by poverty and sorrow
while the rich and the elite
use fresh milk abundantly
to wash their rectum and urethra
inside the imposing mansions
of inhumane voracious capitalists.
intifada! fight!
like the marcha intifada in bahrain
when colonized by great britain
intifada! fight!
like the zemia intifada
in the spanish sahara
against the colonialists
intifada! fight!
like the sidi bouzidi
intifada in tunisia
intifada! fight!
in the empire of nestle
at la tierra pobreza
though our mere weapons
are the sharp arrows of words
of rebellious liberating poetry
though our thunderous voices
are our exploding bombs
and the angry cadences
of thousands of feet
are the sounds of gunfires
on the streets of protests.
intifada! fight!
till millions of workers
in factories of greed
and the oppressed class
be finally emancipated
till the fortress of demigods
of exploitation and injustices
be completely pulverized
intifada! fight!
till billions of stars
shine brilliantly on the land
of darkness and fear and sorrows
cradle-land of our bloody memories
of our undying hope and love
you, you, the long-suffering
our beloved la tierra pobreza!
(My English version of INTIFADA! MAKIBAKA!)
