Palestine is my bleeding wound/

I am the blood that flows/

In the geo-politics of denial/

My mind barefootedly treads on the/

History of betrayals of our ancestral Lands/

Raped by missiles bombs and minefields/

Of Zionist generals!/

I fed on poetic images leaping from Pages/

Of the volcanic mind of Mahmoud Darwish/

Sizzling with images of heartbeats Of Palestine./

I am a disembodied lips of children In Ramala/

Declaiming poetries of defiance/

I have become a finger pointing at demons/

A finger painting Guernucas of dreams/

I am every child killed by Zionist bombs/

And raging missives of hate/

I am the resurrection of dreams of a free land/

Touch my lips! Touch my bleeding heart! Touch me and my vibrations-/

These volcanic eruptions will drown/

Enemies of love in the lava of desires/

Of peace and security!/

Do not seek me only in the streets Of Palestine/

I walk the streets of Pretoria and Johannesburg/

Carrying echoes of my land usurped/

Usurped by bigots of power/

Am I not Leila or Shaeera?/

I am a million names resisting borders/

Of language planted on our tongues/

That speak of peace across borders of hatred/

I am the child of Palestine/

Child of the world!!

Poem composed and shared by South Africa’s Prof Pitika Ntuli with all the world (via Media Review Network )



Author: MRN NetworkThe aspiration of the Media Review Network is to dispel the myths and stereotypes about Islam and Muslims and to foster bridges of understanding among the diverse people of our country. The Media Review Network believes that Muslim perspectives on issues impacting on South Africans are a prerequisite to a better appreciation of Islam.