When the dancers take the floorLike the spokespersons, DoDWhy wouldn’t you step out, and exit?When the dancers take the floorLike the media anchors shouting loudWhy wouldn’t you step out, disbelief the lies?When the dancers take the floorLike the buffoons in the press conferenceWhy wouldn’t you step out, and spit?When the dancers take the floorLike the warmongers crying foulWhy wouldn’t you step out, demand peace?When the dancers take the floorLike the ruling elites trading warsWhy wouldn’t you step out, and revolt?When the dancers take the floorLike the intellectuals fooling aroundWhy wouldn ..read more

Whoever knows me. Knows the truthI’m having an affair with HimNot in heaven but here, in HellWhoever knows me. Knows the truthHe is too old to be romantic enoughYet he embraces with His heart in loveWhoever knows me. Knows the truthHe tried His best to create a heavenBut in vain and lost everything in HellWhoever knows me. Knows the truthEveryday He suffers with me and othersLike those mothers with stillborn babiesWhoever knows me. Knows the truthHe too cries aloud deep within, LikeThe dead soldiers buried under the liesWhoever knows me. Knows the truthHe tries hard to unearth the truthsLike ..read more

(Remembering the murdered journalists in Gaza) The last timeThey buried meUnder the rublesWith my eyes closedDragging my belongingsOver my headCloser to my faceI knew the rocketsFired upon my homeIn the middle of the nightPrecisely addressed withMy name, my locationMy deeds, my fightsMy truths, my oathsThey knew it so wellI’ would keep on debunkingTheir lies, their sinAll those false narrativesWith precise timingsDates and hoursWith documentation, proofsThey had no ideaEven a thousand deathsCould never ensure their pretextsBurying me and othersUnder the rubles everydayWouldn’t be enoughTo hid ..read more

I know, I’m dying everyday Slowly but steadily, too weak To hope for resurrections The ultimate dream, at least one can hope for, or believe I know, I’m dying everyday With each hour growing Inevitably irreversible A momentum towards The final countdown I know, I’m dying everyday With each dead body, lying Dead under the rubles… Under heavy bombardment Infront of the eyes, unashamed I know, I’m dying everyday Witnessing those orphans, Wounded and homeless With no shelter, no food Nothing to cling on to survive I know, I’m dying everyday Slowly, but inevitably, as I Don’t know how to remain Che ..read more

Please, do not wish me ‘Happy New Year’ Let me mourn the dead Please, do not wish me ‘Happy New Year’ 21,822 are already killed Please, do not wish me ‘Happy New Year’ 8,800 children among them Please, do not wish me ‘Happy New Year’ 56,451 are wounded Please, do not wish me ‘Happy New Year’ 100 killed last night Please, do not wish me ‘Happy New Year’ Let me feel the pain Please, do not wish me ‘Happy New Year’ Let me realize my guilt Please, do not wish me ‘Happy New Year’ Let me suffer, for my inactions Please, do not wish me ‘Happy New Year’ I didn’t encounter the zealots Please, do not wi ..read more

Turn your eyes. Look, no place is safe Nowhere to go. Nowhere to escape Only the open sky, under the bombardments Constant and relentless, without any relief Explosives, exploding from above, Killing the people, under the siege Making them homeless, dead, wounded Nowhere to live, even in their homeland And many others, living in their home, healthy And many others, sleeping every night in peace And many others, having an excellent time Even many others, poets with choice of their words Look for yourself, those, supporting the genocide Look for yourself, those, enjoying the massacres Look for y ..read more

It is really sad, You unmasked your face And your eyes, both Left and the right Dry and empty Not even a tiny little drop Of your crocodile tears Produced and nurtured before… Your eyes, both Left and the right Like drought ridden fields Motionless, staring Watching the people Dead, wounded and the homeless The orphaned children and The childless parents… It is really sad, You revealed your heart Stubborn, biased Adamant, die-hard Hollow and empty Not even the fake anxieties Of your manufactured emotions Produced and nurtured before… Your heart, inward And beyond the surface Like the dead sea ..read more

1 Dropping bombs on the innocents Especially, in the middle of the night Such an entertainment! More than An achievement of any strategic value Hundreads and thousands of the dead Under the rubles with an open sky In the middle of the night… really Something to celebrate and enjoy Killing the Arabs like rats, everyday Is the divine game, orchestrated By the chosen people of the divine Power, heavenly and all powerful 2 Keeping the entire world blackmailed Either with the victim card or through The nukes, is the ultimate success No war crimes, no prosecutions, no action Hundreds and thousands o ..read more

It is time to shoot the Arabs It is time to celebrate the kill It is time to attack the cities It is time to bomb the homes It is time to destroy the population It is time to enjoy the massacres It is time to expedite ethnic cleansing It is time to execute the genocide It is time to inflict pains It is time to create the famine It is time to expand the siege It is time to ensure more deaths It is time to occupy the entire land It is time to deny the war crimes It is time to achieve the goal It is time to celebrate the success It is time to establish the supremacy It is time to dance unasham ..read more

Every morning Is darker than the others, The mornings already past    In the history… Sun is not enough For the mornings With new dead bodies   With torn limbs Everywhere under the rubbles, Beyond the reach of human tolerance Beyond the reach of wildest premonition    Beyond the reach of the protesters Standing in solidarity Standing in unison Standing in bewilderment    In rage, helplessly Shocked, horrified alarmed Tensed, grieved and stunned Occupying the streets in millions…    In cities in capitols Every morning Is darker than the others, The mornings already past    In the history… Morni ..read more