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Jehan Bseiso: Gaza goes back to school

School is now home and shelter for thousands.
Students are displaced or dead, injured or orphaned.
Teacher throws her body on the children to hide them.
Books are smoke and ashes.

Math is 51 days, 2,200 dead 10,000 injured
Land divided, settlements multiply.

Geography is we make our own map from the river to the sea.

How do you teach justice in an open-air prison?

Attendance:

Gaza, Khan Younis, Jabaliya, Beit Hanoun - still standing.
Beit Lahiya, Deir al-Balah, Bani Suhaila – we’re alive.
Haifa, Yafa, Hebron, Bethlehem, Nablus, Ramallah – present
Al Quds – still here.

Poetry is: No poetry in this.
No song under siege, only little shoes under the rubble.

Beit al-Alami, Beit al-Batsh, Dar Abu Ali– present

All my sisters are dead.

How do you unlearn loss?

Beit Shaaban, Beit Alhajj, Beit Najjar – dead or absent.
Maryam- bullet in the head
Mahdi- still in the hospital
We couldn’t find Yaseen, we couldn’t find Yaseen, we couldn’t find Yaseen.
For 51 days.

How do you teach justice in an open-air prison?

Words on fire. Class is full.

Source: Electronic Intifada

Kamil Mahmood: There will come a day

There will come a day

There will come a day when children will make playgrounds of battle fields.

Miniature palms will Paint tanks yellow & kick footballs against once prison walls.

Maggot tarnished ropes that were once made taught echoing the cracking of a neck

Will be used to construct forts and skip with.

Tales of foreign policy and shia versus sunni and Israeli versus Palestinian and Us versus Them will be reduced to fairy tales and said rhymes

Told to a daughter at bedtime.

These are the stories I will tell you.

When Uncle Sam and Mother Earth will put aside their sibling rivalry

Realising blood may be thicker than water but blood loss is direr than dehydration.

We will sit around fires pressing scarred hands together,

Matching scratches and enjoining wounds to form the calligraphy of a common biography

We will be as one body where a pinprick on a finger will resound through eternity travelling space, time, miles and minutes until it pierces our silence like a tap drip drip dripping in the night

And the serenity of words will be realised and we will recognise that everybody hurts but more importantly everybody heals.

And the ferocity of words will be realised and we will load our mouths with syllables, aim at targets with conviction and leave wounds of words from those fort turrets

And every soldier will be first and foremost a poet.

Michael Rosen: Don't Name the Dead Children

Michael Rosen wrote "Don't Name the Dead Children" for the Stop the Massacre in Gaza National Demonstration on 26 July 2014 in London.

Israel bans radio advert listing names of children killed in Gaza
(Guardian 24.07.14)

Don't mention the children.

Don't name the dead children.

The people must not know the names

of the dead children.

The names of the children must be hidden.

The children must be nameless.

The children must leave this world

having no names.

No one must know the names of

the dead children.

No one must say the names of the

dead children.

No one must even think that the children

have names.

People must understand that it would be dangerous

to know the names of the children.

The people must be protected from

knowing the names of the children.

The names of the children could spread

like wildfire.

The people would not be safe if they knew

the names of the children.

Don’t name the dead children.

Don’t remember the dead children.

Don’t think of the dead children.

Don’t say: ‘dead children’.

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