I am the product of your tyranny. You have dissected
the leftovers of my country into bits and pieces of shantytowns,
ghettoes and concentrations camps. You have cut off my water supply
and left me thirsty while you the Israelis bathe in cooled pools not
far from where I live. You have uprooted my trees and desecrated my
fields making sure I have no way to sustain myself or those who
depend on me. You have cut off medical supplies that treat the
wounded and at your checkpoints, you detain and humiliate
Palestinians and prevent those who are in dire need of medical
assistance to pass through causing my people who are your victims to
die at your impromptu borders.
You assassinate my freedom fighters while explaining
to the world that you are merely defending your own squatters. You
shoot to kill little children who in defiance and courage wield
small stones in the name of liberty against you the fiercely armed
enemy.
You torture the children and resistance fighters you
incarcerate and try to bribe or coerce my people into collaborating
against one another. You bulldoze homes and you prevent me from
earning a living. You kill me by remote control from your US made
Apache helicopters and your settlers who squat on what you have left
me of my land throw firebombs into my dwellings and on my
passageways, attack my children and womenfolk with guns and clubs
and hate.
You occupy my land and on my bloodstained hills
station your tanks and armored jeeps in order to shoot off one by
one little children playing in the streets.
You take over the Orient House, my one symbol of
freedom that was donated by a man worth all Israelis, while at the
same time you starve the orphans just across the street.
You shoot out my water tanks and you kill off
Palestinian servicemen even though at the time of your brutal
massacres, these servicemen were patrolling their land or simply
eating their last supper. You cut off my electricity so you can
assassinate me more easily in the dank shadows of your dark
treachery.
You are cowards and you are afraid of little
Palestinian children with stones. You never kill them single
handedly. You roam in groups like packs of wild dogs and you are
just as vicious if not more so.
You leave me and my people without hope and when you
have driven me into a corner and deprived me of all that is human, I
react with anger and bitterness. I strap explosives onto my body and
search for a place to detonate myself. Yes, I kill your civilians,
but this is the price you have to pay for taking away my inalienable
rights, the rights that all men are entitled to for your demoniacal
oppression of my people.
It is really very simple. God created all men equal
and no man better than any other. Yet, somehow you have made it your
protocol that Jews are better than all others and that you have the
right to come to my land committing rape and plunder yet expect me
to thank you for doing so.
Just the other day, a young boy was eating lunch.
One of your settlers who came from America threw a firebomb into
this boy’s house. His two brothers were killed immediately. But the
one boy survived horribly disfigured. His name is Amar Emeera. His
scars have turned a once beautiful child into a grotesque being that
does not even look human. What did this child do to go through life
so horribly disfigured?
You shoot babies point blank while swaddled in their
parent’s arms in Palestinian cars going to weddings. You slay
Palestinian children going to and from school and you slaughter
Palestinian children when they fight your armies with their bare
hands. One such child, Mohammed Abu Arrar was shot down and killed
when he protested your occupation of his land. Palestinian relatives
of the boy kissed his body laid out in his coffin before he was
taken away to be buried in the Gaza Strip.
You kill unarmed Palestinian fathers on their way to
buy school supplies and books for their children. You have even run
out of excuses for the atrocities you continue to perpetrate. You
shell the homes of Palestinian families, instantly killing the
occupants and then claim that the action was friendly fire from the
Palestinians even though the homes were far removed from the scene
of the battle and even though remnants of your American made shells
are scattered about the demolished homes of the innocent.
You collectively punish 3 million Palestinians half
of whom are children who reside on what is left of their own land
though you know full well that their only desire is to free
themselves from your barbaric cruelty.
You tell the world that you want peace yet at every
corner, at every instance, you are as far from peace as the earth is
from a different universe speeding in an opposite direction.
You speak peace with the forked tongues of your
warmongers and then pretend shock when finally a Palestinian human
bomb blows himself up.
You will only be free of the threat of human bombs
when you seek a just and comprehensive peace and when you end your
occupation of the indigenous inhabitants of Palestine.