The killers aren’t here in jail, they’re on TV, so don’t sit on the sofa, crocheting yourself a noose. Resist! We don’t need more evidence, more UN resolutions. As long as these factories run, resist! In the streets, the prisons, the courtrooms, the docks. Until the leaders of the free world are not shareholders in genocide, resist! Until Gaza is rebuilt, and Palestine is free, resist! It’s not the time to write a little note for the suggestion box of the zionist entity, it’s time to stop it! All we can do is resist, there is no question. But there are still questions, right?
Is the question – should Palestine be free?
Is the question,
Is Palestine?
Or
Do its people get to fight back?
Is the question
Is this my problem?
Or
What can I do about it?
Is the question
What could happen to my loved ones, to me, to my farm?
Is the answer
I’m afraid?
I’m afraid of hunger, of losing people, of having nothing to lose, of rivers running dry, of poisoned land, of forest fires, of the invention, manufacture, and release of bombs that can evaporate people and leave holes in the earth where they stood. I’m scared of our silence, and what its apparently possible to normalise. I’m scared of what we can stomach. I’m scared of how easily you can be put in prison for not having money. I’m scared of war, of no one coming when we need them.
But our silence, our fear, our productivity will not protect us.
“There is no such thing as someone else’s children”. – Omar El Akad