I’m older now, it’s happening again.
You’re all I think about, day out and day in.
Your struggles were a white noise in the back of our minds.
But now? A stronger voice fighting to stay alive.
I have never yelled this loud or fought this hard until lately.
I’m done locking the pain away with Sido’s Palestinian ID.
You’re stronger, more patient and wiser than we’ll ever be.
The least we can do is have them show solidarity.
I was a fool before to think that our words were powerless,
Since it was truthful words, shared, that ignited every protest.
Words like ethnic cleansing, colonialism, apartheid, the list goes on.
Once you call it what it is, they won’t turn a blind eye for long.
We’re watching the seeds you’ve planted never bloom because of bombs.
Your olive trees have a right to grow, right to breathe, right to belong.
To them, your seeds are casualties, numbers on the news.
To us, they’re birds in heaven, flying away from the fumes.
And your elderly may have died before a free Palestine,
But your young never forgot what happened before their time.
We’ll remember to boycott, strike and refuse to comply.
That’s the only way forward to end this apartheid.
My blood carries Safad, Yafa & Ramleh. Don’t you see?
I’m very literal when I say dammi Falasteeni.
But all our hearts pump for you, from the river to the sea.
Because dear Palestine.. You were. You are. You will forever be.
~ Nadeen S.