It has been more than long enough,
To wait 53 years for a boy who can no longer say, "Abu, I love
you."
Only on old man's arms against the bullets;
Have we fallen for the centuries that naked flresh remains our only
defense?
A little boy panicked in the face of anarchy,
A little Muslim to be pierced, gastrointestinally.
They fire Zionism in little packages of gunpowder and hate!
How long must it have been,
For his father's arm to have fallen down...
Realizing it could have done nothing,
And it would not now stop anything.
The battle for Jerusalem has begun,
It began long ago!
Each of our bodies deserves Rami's bullet,
All of those who hate deserve to leave.
We are all of us dead, we are all of us asleep,
When we wake it is to see bodies like his and then to weep,
And then softly whisper as Palestinians and Arabs and Muslims,
"Let my people go."
We are all of us of this land and we will not go back,
We are all of us tortured and beaten,
But we are all of us in awe at flying waves of red and green and black.
But those who wish peace will not leave such,
For we'll stay as we're sentenced,
Till one day love overcomes hate,
Till one day...
I know Rami will not live to see such a day.
I know not what it is to be a father,
Nor do I know what it is to try to save one's son,
Nor can I know what it is to try to save him but see him die,
Nor can I imagine what it must be like to know that that was all that
could
be done.
May his tears from heaven for his father and mother
Fall and drown the oppressors in their hate,
May his smile come and shine light on the darkness of dum-dum bullets
And anti-tank missiles.
