Last Sunday I wrote a blog for the first time in ages. Later that day a video was posted on the internet regarding a 13 year old boy who was shot and killed in Gaza. The death of Hamid Abu Dagga sparked the so called war ‘Pillar of Cloud’ last November.
Harry Fear, is an activist and was in Gaza when the shootings and bombings started in Gaza. He was reporting live via the internet on minute by minute accounts of what was happening where. Russia Today asked him to be their correspondent and he has since embarked on a tour discussing the issue of Palestine worldwide. Currently he is back in Gaza and has released this video.
After watching that, and after the conference I had attended the previous day, I sat and wrote this poem-
Today my head is heavy with a thousand unshed tears
Today my heart is aching with the bloodshed and their fears
Today my mind is busy, with ifs and wondering why?
Today my soul feels trapped with all those souls who have died
I stare here from my window at my patch of concrete ground
I think of the life I choose to live and I have the life I’ve found
I am unchained, unbound by convention
I have freedoms and rights to self expression
I am lucky, I am free. I am feeling melancholy
For the rights of a people who have no voice
And for those who hear not as is their choice
A people the world will largely ignore
As the world has become Israel’s whore
I feel for those who have lost their rights
Not being fed by the hand that bites
Locked in a world filled with aid
When all they want to do is trade
Break down the walls, the barriers, the wire
Let’s stop thinking ‘the other’ is a liar
Let us reach out our hands to hold
Let’s stop thinking we have all been told
Let’s think for one of our fellow man
And live together, yes we can
No matter what religion, colour or creed
Let’s not allow more hatred to breed.
Can we be the ones to change the world?
Can we be the ones to make regime unfurl?
Can our voice join up and unite
And strengthen up in a peaceful fight
A beautiful choir we would be, changing the course of history
For those who say “who cares? This doesn’t affect me”
Please look into these eyes that no longer see
This heart that no longer beats
That hope they no longer seek
Then look at your own and see how you feel
And tell me then, that this is no big deal.
RIP little Hamid.