Zayyan Sarieddine

Edition XVI

Until the Holy Water Rinses Bethlehem - Zayyan Sarieddine (Photo by Ahmad Abu Hameeda).jpgPhoto credit: Ahmad Abu Hameeda

Until the Holy Water Rinses Bethlehem

By Zayyan Sarieddine

From the river to the sea,
Lungs so black, I can’t breathe.
Thoughts so dark, I’m diseased.
Mouth too dry, I can’t speak
Please,
Put my mind at ease.
Twisting in the sheets,
I can’t sleep.
My eyes white, I can’t see.

In Palestine,
Tear gas in their eyes,
Gunshots muffle their cries,
Zionist Rabbis, with red eyes, spreading lies,
Trying to baptize and authorize,
And I am demonized if I criticize,
How they euthanize our people.

We are not seen as equal.

Deceitful.

I’m getting sick of the bloodshed,
They won’t stop till we are all dead,
Blood red,

Like the river Styx,
Casting my mind back 2006,
When my mother held me in her arms,
Protecting me from the bombs,

Covering my eyes and ears,
She was shielding me from her tears.

From the river to the sea,
My lungs are black, I can’t breathe
My thoughts are dark, I’m diseased
My mouth too dry,
Dead Sea.

From the river to the sea,
Palestine will be free.

But for now, they pillage, rape and extort.
My voice is my only support
To make sure they don’t contort
And distort the truth
I’ll see them in court
To make sure they won’t escort
Wait, I mean deport with no passport
My people, in a casket
Or ashes in a basket

And I will fight for Palestine’s freedom
Till the holy water rinses Bethlehem

And I will fight for Palestine’s freedom
As I live, breathe and die
Even if they conquer the last sky.


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