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08/09/2010 - 12:46:19 AM Jerusalem Time

To the Occupiers

Nabila Al Harb

You deal death
With 'peace',
End the occupation
With annexation,
Reduce Palestinians
To puppets on a string
Dancing at the end of the master's leash
Or at the end of a noose.
Your chequepoints provide
Population control:
Keep the Palestinian mothers in line
Until the newborn child expires
And Palestine's future expires
Along with the Palestinian passports
That never issued forth
From the barren womb
Of your peace process.
Dust to dust shall return
Is the promise of old
Dust in a shoebox
Dust created at a chequepoint ...
Na'ama is dust
3 month old Qussai is dust...
The babies of Hebron
Dust swept under the Zionist carpet of lies.
They are dust
Like the villages of Palestine
Like the dreams of Palestine
Are dust
Dust to dust shall return
But even that right of return
Is denied
To Palestinian dust.
Do not forget:
A tornado
Is nothing but dust
Whipped into a fury.
Na'ama and Qussai
We see your faces
In the Palestinian whirlwind
Taking shape in the distance
May the whirlwind deliver us
From the open wound of peace
Festering in the homeland.
May it scour the land clean
Of the filth of occupation!


Dust to dust
Cries out for justice.
Dust to dust
Cries out for deliverance.
We fear nothing
But the obliteration
That passes for peace...
One atom split
Changed the world.
Beware of the power
Of Palestinian dust!