"What is it about silence
That causes the soul to sing ???
Resonance and wide open spaces
That echo the voices within ...
One sound following the other
Each note a brother ...
Lyrics and rhythms akin"
In a land not far away
An olive tree waits ...
Branches pointing up
Offering their echos to the heavens ...
By an olive tree, a little boy waits ...
Memories of a distant past he forgot once existed
Open like flood gates and resonate through his being ...
"A man is not defeated when he loses, he is defeated when he quits"
It's hard to beat something that never gives up ...
And so a little boy, hopes, dreams, prays for a better day ...
Tomorrows another day ...
The world's flattery and hypocricy is a sweet morsel
And we need to eat less of it ...
The way we compel ourselves to "invite people to our way",
Before we have even internalized the lessons of that particular way ...
Adding toxins to an already polluted environment ...
There is a place he touches, a silence so complete ...
This great silence that comes in the moment after the wind dies ...
By an olive tree, a little boy waits ...
Bodies raped and pillaged ...
Decapitated and mutilated ...
The ugliness of this world
They will soon leave behind ...
A genocide in Palestine ...
An open air prison ...
Ethnic cleansing at its worst ...
Humans caged like animals ...
The smell of rotting flesh is in the air ...
And a check point is to the point
Depending on their mood ...
Soldiers getting full authority
With infantile education ...
Little children screaming "Allaah !!!"
Death and Change ...
The two constances in the world ...
By an olive tree, a little boy waits ...
He wants to fill what's empty ...
And empty what's full ...
He doesn't want to be among those people engaging in futile discussions ...
With no depth, no substance to them ...
Preoccupied with their own dreams and emersed in their own fantasies ...
A deep love, for the ephemiral beauty of a fleeting world ...
And people don't understand the reality of the world
Until they are tested with a loss ...
And then they come back to God ...
Cause the world gives and then takes back ...
It builds for you, then ruins it ...
People are too comfortable to care ...
And even if they do care
They carry the burden of caring ...
A moment of silence, won't bring a life back ...
So this little boy,
Wants to follow the ones who can see ...
Not the ones that are blind ...
By an olive tree, a little boy waits ...
Zionists hijacked Judaism
Created a new golden calf in Israel
Exploited the Holocaust to justify Israel's existance
And adopted their terror techniques directly from the Nazi's ...
And so, by an olive tree, a little boy waits ...
Sick of bandwagon REVOLUTIONISTS
Diseased hearts impregnated the world
Evil is what it bore ...
They're not pro peace
They're just anti-war ...
Telling those afflicted to get it together
And pull up their boots ...
Yeah, very well put ...
Failing to realize,that the oppressed have been waiting for a while now
Standing bare foot ...
And the truth will never change ...
Only your perception of it ...
You feeling social ??? ... You feeling just ???
By an olive tree, a little boy waits ...
And where he walks, bitter steps follow ...
But in his struggle, he finds his hope ...
Anything that has a beginning, has an end ...
And so he prays
To wake up to a sunrise ...
To watch the sun splash colour onto the world before his eyes ...
He wants to colour the world beautiful ...
So that his people are no longer occupied, subjegated and oppressed ...
So that life is no longer cheaper than a barrel of oil ...
So,
By an olive tree, a little boy waits ...
And for his people, the price was too high ...
So they payed in blood, to avoid the goodbye ...
And the truth is the most powerful ally ...
So he can wait ...
He can wait, without getting tired of waiting ...
For every star has its sky ...
Dawn is just breaking, and the incense is burning ...
And by an olive tree, a little boy waits ...
And Palestine is the David in this epic event
Of Biblical proportions ...
And peace remains a distant hope ...
And we've upped our standards,
So UP YOURS !!!
War is the unfolding of miscalculations ...
And old soldiers never die ...
Just the young ones ...
By and olive tree, a little boy waits ...
He wants to be taken back to a place in time where he hasn't been ...
Turn your ear to the volume of real life ...
Because a story
Makes up the majority
Of HISTORY
And ignorance is not bliss ...
So it's time to get right ... Or get left ...
The truth hurts ...
But lies can kill ...
By an olive tree, a little boy waits ...
As he oversee's the world's largest concentration camp
He knows that the truth is on the side of the oppressed ...
Children with stones in their hands, will re-invent the world ...
And they will remain precious in his heart ...
This land will never die ...
It always revives ...
This land will always strive ...
Those hills will always grow
Olive tree's ... Pure honey ... And natural cheese ...
This land is not used to strange concrete
And seperation walls ...
And Handala waits ...
And we wait ...
People with hearts of gold and intellects of mercury ...
To see Handala turn around and finally smile ...
A smile on his face ...
His scars and tattered clothes replaced with something greater ...
But until then ...
By an olive tree, a little boy waits (c)
WHO IS HANDALA ???
[From approximately 1975 through 1987 Naji Al-Ali created cartoons that depict
the complexities of the plight of Palestinian refugees. These cartoons are still relevant today and Handala, the refugee child who is present in every cartoon, remains a potent symbol of the struggle of the Palestinian people for justice and self-determination.At first, he was a Palestinian child, but his consciousness developed to have a national and then a global and human horizon. He is a simple yet tough child, and this is why people adopted him and felt that he represents their consciousness." His hair is like the hair of a hedgehog who uses his thorns as a weapon. Handala is not a fat, happy, relaxed, or pampered child. He is barefooted like the refugee camp children. Even though he is rough, he smells of amber. His hands are clasped behind his back as a sign of rejection at a time when solutions are presented to us the American way" ]
*Dedicated to the people of Gaza and the late Ahmed Hussain*
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