redressonline/2013/08/once-upon-a-palestine/ Once upon a Palestine By Mhara Costello Writer and poet Mhara Costello pays tribute to the betrayed, abandoned, shunned, vilified and outstandingly brave Palestinian people. Once upon a distant time, there was a land called Palestine 1 Is it yours or is it mine, this land they once called Palestine 2 And who am I to stand and stare, in disbelief at land stripped bare Banished people, stolen homes, broken dreams, crumbling stones Of ancient graves and ghostly moans, silenced by Israeli drones Who is this God that would erase, a people from their own birthplace What kind of God would curse and smite, to please the cruel Israelite Thugs! Thieves! Parasites! How dare they speak of wrong and right Whilst dragging children thru’ the night, from their beds, pale with fright Bound and shackled, in a cell, just a kid, alone in hell 3 No mother, father, man of law, allowed to enter thru’ that door Till false confession fear has wrought, a boy alone must face the court His crime? With stones he bravely fought, at those he knows his enemy Till flows the river to the sea, young freedom fighter he will be To set his land and people free Who was it made the desert bloom, filled the air with sweet perfume Jasmine, peaches, sage, and thyme, “Once upon a Palestine” Who was it made the desert bleed, raped and pillaged, sowed their seed Of death, destruction, theft and greed, with every twisted word and deed 4 The Bedouin who stands alone, midst debris of his bulldozed home 5 Stares out upon once cherished earth, whose forbears, long before his birth Toiled this land for all their worth Oh ancient well of water sweet, that once did quench God’s thirsty sheep 6 Now doomed to choke in desert heat, with nought to drink but dry concrete Courtesy of Israeli jeep Manned by robots, following orders, “erase those Palestinian borders”! 7 Hide all trace of Arab culture, replace it with the Zionist vulture Sly alibis and dirty lies, of traitor Brits, whose stitched up lips Couldn’t wait, to seal the fate, of Arab Nation extermination Condemned to brutal occupation; Well done! Balfour Declaration 8 For every drop of blood been spilt, every settlement ever built Every teardrop ever shed, every bullet thru’ the head Every precious child laid dead and every Zionist lie been said “The old will die, the young forget” – Ben Gurion, do not hold your breath! Your words of bile, we won’t forget; this battle is not over yet! 9 We’ll see you burn in hell, you bet! The wise man teaches, so I’m told, revenge is a dish best served cold For every Freedom Fighter bold, enshrine their name in letters gold Let their stories brave be told, till time stands still and hell turns cold! The fishermen who dare not fish, what kind of unjust law is this! 10 Lets mighty Israel take the piss, whilst sinking in its own abyss Of cruel rule and iron fist; dares mock at International Law Is this what brave souls gave life for? Enough’s enough! We’ll have no more; of got at! Shot at! Bashed up boats! 11 Impounded! Hounded! Freedom floats, to plumb the depths of deep despair In a world that’s neither sane nor fair, United Nations, are you there? 12 Shame on you! To stand and stare, Ban Ki loon, how do you dare! 13 Gutless wimps of Zionist pimps! Tyrant’s answer to a prayer Pollute the water! Cut the power! Close the checkpoints! Wait for hours 14 No matter if you’re old or sick, held fast in vile Israeli grip 15 Watch the clock hand slowly tick, see the blood begin to drip Newborns die, mothers cry, fathers sigh, world asks why 16 So do I Cries of children; Run! Run! Staring down Israeli gun Hey! It’s just a bit of fun! Watching school kids bleed and run Remember Tom, noble, strong 17 In act so brave, his life he gave “Spare the child, but mark your grave” Heaven smiled, Tom’s choice was made One life lost, another saved Laid to rest, 21 of age Angels sang and Gaza prayed A light went out – true Martyr made Zionists fiddle, whilst Israel burns Same old same old, no lessons learned March to the sound of the war drum you beat Trample the truth as it clings to your feet In the slime and the grime of your “Jews Only” street 18 Shalom! Dogs and Irish, no Arab you’ll meet On Streetwise Apartheid, Gods “Chosen Elite” Shine up your trophies, just so you can brag As you count every corpse on Obama’s false flag Caught, bought and paid for, in each body bag Three billion dollars! Guess who’s been had! 19 So innocent children can burn to a crisp Xmas in Gaza snows white phosphorus! 20 “The Most Moral Army” that doesn’t exist Who’s kidding who? But if you insist! There in the glass is your real Terrorist! 21 Cowards and bullies, two of a kind Sound in the body, but sick in the mind Spawn of the Stern Gang and vile Haganah 22 Irgun’s Ms. Livni, her Ma and Papa Who would you believe it? But hush now! Don’t tell! Blew up us Brits in King David’s Hotel! We know who our friends are, didn’t we do well! Birds of a feather, we’ll meet them in hell! But hey! What’s your problem? We’re all best mates now Changing our laws to protect “Sacred Cows” 23 The woman who boasted, with no sense of shame Operation Cast Lead, she’d do all again 24 Proud of her role in this orgy of pain 25 It’s all so confusing, speak up! Hague! Explain! 26 Shielding war criminals, since when was our game There’s blood on your hands and it’s staining our name The wrong side of history is where lies your fame Next to your Masters of Zionist shame! The pride and the glory and God save the Queen Won’t save us now from an act so obscene “Great British Empire”? Shamed old has been! Farewell Magna Carta; Impossible dream You lie down with dogs and you get up with fleas Dance with the Devil and crawl on your knees At the skirts of Ms. Livni, to plead “pretty please” Daughter of Zion, slaughters with ease It’s only an Arab, shoot with the breeze Streets hung with netting, no prizes for guessing 27 Stench is quite telling, you know what you’re getting When Settler Scum’s yelling, with IDF’s blessing Hatred is spreading, no forgive, no forgetting Shit sticks where it hits, defiles sacred dwellings 28 Grapes of wrath, spoils of war Sixty-five years, how many more Ask yourselves, what was it for Karma’s knocking upon your door You stole another people’s land What part of that, don’t you understand Arabs made homeless, clutching a key Forced from their homes, fled into the sea 29 Proud noble race to sad refugee 30 Shame of the Nakba! Catastrophe! Show me the Fuhrer to lay all the blame Where were the cries of “not in my name” 31 As you watched from the sidelines, “Gurion’s Game” Immune to the suffering of grief loss and pain Dave to Goliath, roles now reversed Victim to bully, chapter and verse Goebbels to Gaza, shades of Mein Kampf 32 Checkpoints and cameras, ID cards to stamp Hard to believe, in the land of one’s birth 1.7 million denied freedom, self worth 33 Whilst “W*nkers in Whitehall” Free roam this earth Friends in high places, puppets on strings These are a few of my not favourite things Dope smoking soldiers, not human kind “The Most Moral Army” stoned out of its mind! 34 God’s chosen people? God must be blind!! But God’s seen the light and the sights blown his mind! Hey! God’s new commandment! ”Occupy-Stop” ! God’s smelt the coffee and thrown in his lot! With those pesky Arabs; deserve all they got? God begs to differ; why would they not? Fight for the right to a life without strife Free from the Jackboot of Zionist might Pilgrims and poets, music and song 35 Writers, the fighters, record right and wrong 36 Power of the people, united we’re strong! 37 Come join the dance! It’s where you belong! 38 Words are our weapon, who needs a gun Armed with the truth, Justice will come! Garden shed rockets and rocks in kids pockets! 39 No Army! No Navy! No train with the gravy! Just a will and a way, no if’s buts or maybe! No brute F16s or killing machines Just a girl’s silent screams, crushed with her dreams 40 Casually slaughtered, one brave precious daughter When “Catakillerd” its quarry God blessed Rachel Corrie 41 Fate will take her pound of flesh, plucked within the gory mess Of crimes against humanity, etched into eternity 42 Pray tell, “Isra-hel”, where will you be In the Hague, for all to see Down on your knees, begging Merci Outcasts of society Que Sera, what must be, will be Time and Tide for no man waits 43 When stood before those pearly gates Locked and barred, be in no doubt The tide brings in what the world casts out Written in the sands of time, sins of man Yours and mine; but let the punishment fit the crime Of persecution by design; what’s mine’s my own What’s yours is mine; speaks the bully, none so blind Once upon a distant time, I was yours and you were mine Rise again! Sweet Palestine 44 History’s page turns one last time Desert breeze draws a line Apocalypse now!!Free Palestine!
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 01:43:48 +0000
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