Tag Archives: palestine

If you remain silent

If you remain silent you will hear the sound  of the farmer’s heart breaking beneath the weight of the bulldozer   if you remain silent you will hear the sound  of olive branches breaking beneath the weight of the occupation … Continue reading

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Eden

We will erase you, all proof that you existed. This is our Eden, our canvas, blank and ready to paint our roots where yours grew.   Your eyes might watch us from your prison cells and graves and tears you … Continue reading

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Violently Uprooted

                                                                                … Continue reading

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Khan al-Ahmar

Apartheid is this village has to go to build a new settlement  

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And The Good News…?

In Gaza, the hospitals are running out of fuel for the generators that power them and allow doctors to try to heal the sick the little emergency fuel that remains is running out and densely populated civilian areas are being … Continue reading

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Same Moon

When I was a kid, I used to stare up at the moon and my grandma told me that my cousins in Florida would stare up at the moon too and that it was the same moon and we were … Continue reading

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Life, Death, & Food

Anthony Bourdain used food as a way of introducing America to people around the world, their history and culture. He let food speak for itself, and importantly, let people speak for themselves. Bourdain’s Hawaii episode was the first time many … Continue reading

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Uncle Sam’s Muslim Ban

We want to ban Muslims from coming to America because it is a lot more socially acceptable for Uncle Sam to kill them when they are in their own countries rather than here in America unless, of course, they are … Continue reading

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We Pluck Flowers

We pluck flowers from the garden and make a bouquet   we pluck strings on the guitar and make music   we pluck feathers from a chicken and make a meal   we pluck people from their homes and villages, … Continue reading

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Walk Away From The Table

The dictionary definition of Cannibalism is: n. 1. The act of eating human flesh or the flesh of one’s own kind. 2. Savage and inhuman cruelty.   We are cannibals. Our pastime is cannibalism. We feed on the flesh of … Continue reading

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