Ahmad Tamimi
demonize me
insult and
anti semiteize me
just let my children be
give them sweet moments to remember
in a childhood of
living peers no hate or hidden fears
let them write ahappy stories
of fun times between soccer teams
screaming joyful cheers
the white & blue
playing gazan teams'
write aliving heros' story
unlike mine
of the queen of martyrs'
an angel that died for me
march 16 0f 2003
r. i. p my hero rachel corrie
give to them my inocence that died
on that dark day of the ninth month of 1982
do you remember when i met my fate
you had southern lebanon to your back
running to celebrate
it was you
the big gun was yours
it killed tristan anderson too
mine were also fatal wounds
from mothers tears that pour
for innocent blood that pours
from refugees that lived poor
from 48 to 82
to die in
a blood pool
where mine spilled
is where i filled my weapon the pen
my tool |
Ahmad Tamimi
she asked me to write happy poems
that give birth to love songs
no blood nor tears no darkness or wrongs
she asked me for happy poems
of candles that burn
longer than times' are long
moon lit nights end
fearless of whats uncoverd
in days' light in days'sight in loves'fight
she asked me to write happy lines
no victims of crimes or bombs
soo i try
to convince my pen
for once to lie
to ignore the cries
between ink drops
dont hear gunshots
between ink drops
dont get shatterd by bombs
as i did my pen cried
my ink turned red
candles no longer burned
as she died
in the dark |
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Ahmad Tamimi
am taking the r out of your revolution
cause you onely doing you
like inside out erictions
worrying about political corectness... See More
to get mic time sell books & gigs
you sold your soul
eating your words
hiding what you felt inside
a revolutionary embrassing
the demokratic liberal or republican party
three of the same evill entity
brushing the sheeps' clothing to help the wolf hide
your the revolutions' worst enemy
screaming resisting to exist
loud & proud
your just resisting to assist
to get your free meals
an easy ride
an established following
to help fulfil your dreams
in the name of the oppressed
in american ghettos ,iraq ,and philisteen
death is real
if you cant feel or
hear the screams
get a job and pursue your dreams
the revolution lives onely in those who
have no greed or fears ..... |
Ahmad Tamimi
my pen is hotter than africas' sun
ink angrier than africas' kidnapped son
whith his slave master on his knees
facing his own gun
ready to blast
to end that chapter
calmber than apalestinian
ready to blow
as they try to out run
bones & flesh
penetrating them like bombshells
bones & flesh
torn long before
he send them to hell
long before the blast
you see on every broadcast
but the american bombs & tank shells
into unarmed civilians
go uncast
cut out of history
mass lynchings of the progressive years
like the masacares of the natives
on the trail of tears
till he put the arrow between their eyes
to avenge
death of whole tribes
to start the american scheme
that you call the american dream
i ran out of kings dream
& spit at your democracy
when malcolm called it ahypocrisy
way back than
my revolution begun
before haliburton
got half the world burning
before south& central americas' world stopped turning
before i can walk talk or run
till death make us an immortal one
ill be her brother father & son... |
