A couple of interesting photos

This first one, is a poem at the “Peace Center” in Bethlehem.

That poem was at the “Peace Center” just outside the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem.

I have no idea where this next photo was taken. But it kinda sorta looks like Israel as well.

About Eeyore

Canadian artist and counter-jihad and freedom of speech activist as well as devout Schrödinger's catholic

5 Replies to “A couple of interesting photos”

  1. “In Lidda, in Ramla, in the Galilee,
    we shall remain
    like a wall upon your chest,
    and in your throat
    like a shrad of glass,
    a cactus thron,
    and in your eyes
    a sandstorm.
    We shall remain
    a wall upon your chest,
    clean dishes in your restaurants,
    serve drinks in your bars,
    sweep the floors of your kitchens
    to snatch a bite for our children
    from your blue fangs.
    Here we shall stay,
    sing our songs,
    take to the angry streets,
    fill prisons with dignity.
    In Lidda, in Ramla, in the galilee,
    we shall remain,
    guard the shade of the fig
    and olive trees,
    ferment rebellion in our children
    as yeast in the dough.”

    by Tawfiq Zayyad
    https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-we-will-stay/

    • Born in 1929 to see his homeland taken over by the Jews. Just as if he were a Hindu to witness the Muslims take over Pakistan.

      The difference is, he had a democracy and the Hindu had a theocracy. One bitched in resentment. Because in their very core, they hold the dark secret of submission and every demonstration of them not being a dhimmi, their struggle with evil, is their badge of honor.

      No more than a Black, White, Sexual and anyone else demoralized to claim superiority.

      • “In Karachi, in Lahore and Multan,
        we shall remain
        tall for the best of Man,
        and in your hearts
        like a breath of air,
        Plant a lotus flower,
        and in your eyes
        a mind made aware.
        We shall remain
        tall for the best of Man
        clean your dishes with forgiveness,
        serve drinks to your souls,
        sweep the floors of your vanity
        to snatch a bite for your children
        from your Blue Moon.
        Here we shall stay,
        sing our songs,
        Calm the angry streets,
        fill prisons with hope.
        In Karachi, in Lahore and Multan,
        we shall remain,
        guards of the vine,
        fig and olive trees,
        ferment wisdom in your children
        as yeast in unrisen dough.”

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