Dearest Amercica ..
- Dearest Amercica ..From the Shadows...
And Lady Layla Anwar, An Arab Woman Blues
Thursday, December 06, 2007
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender
this I could not do...
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often
I've lost my wife and children
but I have many friends
and some of them are with me.
An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden...
And the soldiers came
She died without a whisper.
There were three of us of this morning
am the only one this evening,
but I must go on
the frontiers are my prison...
Oh, the wind is blowing. Through the graves the wind is blowing.
Freedom will soon come,
and will come from the shadows...
World War II with its ghettos, its camps, its bombs, its rapes...The Reich all over again... The names have changed though. They are called Mohamed, Hassan, Khalid and Muntasir-the Victorious. It is no Aushwitz, its called Adhamiya, Ameriya, Adil...and Gaza. There are no 6 pointed stars, just a scan of irises and a badge... And maybe a tattoo so you can be recognized, if you ever get lost, or if you are found lying with the dead decomposing stray dogs in a garbage dump... There is no Gestapo, only GIs roaming around, obsessed with the dark faces whose name they cant even pronounce. The American obsession with Eye Raq. With Iraq. What a strange obsession. What a fixation. Who would have thought that some American, who cant even spell his own name will be here, polluting this land with his arsenal, with his semen, with his name, with his presence... Who would have thought that the land of Ur, the sacred land of the prophets will be soiled by some smelly rubber boot made
in China?... Oh do read on
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