You can stop the people's imaginations, their voices crying for justice, no matter how hard you try, you cannot hide the truth from the sun / You cannot steal the love from the heart that will be pierced for the freedom of Falastin, today, tomorrow, and the next day, / when the people of the land and the land of the people here in God's sight will forever remain.
Read MoreI saw among the best minds of Judaism some destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked, dragging themselves through Jerusalem's streets looking for a homeland, a refuge, a release from shamefearagonytrauma through an angry fix, angelheaded chosen ones burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo by way of the machine-gunnery of night [...]
Read MoreWhen in Palestine, the kindom* of God is like this
like the woman who brings her bucket of water to pour on the children in the noon hour when the electricity is robbed for days on end
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