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Harriet Tubman On The Hilltops Of Heaven

 

Prayed as she tossed stones down

Into the valley of remembrance.

And each she offered with a prayer,

A word of blessing to each name

Written one by one on each stone.

 

To those both named and unnamed,

The mild and the strong,

The wretched and the saints.

To each life ripped away by hatred

Those who empowered

Those who oppressed

Everyone who hid behind walls

Those who stood to be counted

Those who were beaten down.

Those who saw their own death

Written in front of their eyes

On burning crosses

Spread across Mother Earths bosom.

Who saw their children’s souls ascend and

Cried the tears of Virgin Mary.

Those who at the moment of death

Saw their own fate reflected

In the futures of their children.

Those whose lives were filled with fear,

Those who heard unforgotten words of hate

In their dead ears for centuries.

Those who touched the sky,

Those who could barely crawl,

Those killed because they ran,

Those hung from trees,

Those dragged into the earth,

Those whose wounds bled for generations.

Those who believed blindly,

Those who suffered the lies in silence,

And those who knew a lie for a lie

And died trying to teach.

 

When she ran out of stones

Her cry was heard throughout the universe

For there were so many more names than stones

 

 

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I found these three wonderful poems written by Zeina Hashem Beck on a page I follow on Facebook. (NO, my friends, not everything on FB paltry pics of someone’s breakfast. )  I was immediately moved to share them with as many readers as possible.

The first  poem, entitled “Inside Out” is a strong poem, showing the terror of war against the backdrop of the World Cup. The images are strong as they should be, but it is so very moving at the same time. The second poem, entitled “Gaza Mothers Soothe Their Kids” is a beautiful work, short and simple it shows the difficulty of trying to explain something as terrible as war to your children in a way that comforts them and hides the horrible acts of men. The third and last poem is also short and to the point, which I love. It is entitled “Maysam” and I’m going to let you read that one without the unnecessary introduction from me. Her work speaks for itself. Do follow the link below. I truly hope you find Ms. Becks” work as beautiful and moving as I do.

 

Inside out: three poems on Gaza by Zeina Hashem Beck.

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  This is a beautiful piece of writing!!  I’ve been wanting to find something to give their struggle a personal feel.  This piece does that. I wish that i could do more, i wish sometimes that i was there to take on your struggle as my own.  I feel in some ways that i have after reading this.  Tariq ramadan.  May you be blessed with saftey until the world feels your pain and may we walk together in peace and freedom one happy day.

 

Gaza: Signposts on the road to liberation.

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Those sold in the largest slave auction in US history called it “The Weeping Time”.

http://m.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2014/07/the-weeping-time/374159/#

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Egypt opens Rafah border crossing to receive wounded Palestinians – Politics – Egypt – Ahram Online.

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Dreams In War

His dreams used to be quiet things

Meaning he slept through them

No special memory of what transpired

But he was young

What did he dream of at 4 or 5 or 6 years old

But that was before

Before the fighting

Before fleeing their home

Four times in three months

Seems the troops always knew where to find them

What does one dream of when at age 7

Without the toys his daddy gave him

Without the coloring books he loved to draw in

Without his dog to sleep beside him and protect him

He’s still afraid of the dark

And now of the daytime too.

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