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.
"Objects in history may be closer than they appear" – Eeyore for Vlad
http://elderofziyon.blogspot.com/2015/02/unesco-president-notices-that-much-of.html This worship of hate and violence is so embedded in Palestinian Arab culture that the UNESCO board could not find any problems with this artwork – how else would Palestinians celebrate their culture? many of the posters feature machine guns and hand grenades, extolling armed resistance and terrorism.
“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/
Thank you. That’s powerful imagery. What amazes me is that he also served on several committees in the Israeli Parliament: culture, environment, drug abuse.
https://www.poemhunter.com/tawfiq-zayyad/
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.”