Point of view 2

Hamas=
Give a shout- out because 
this land is so full of thieves,
slanderers, 
all kinds of evil doers.
So Hamas has a suicide bomb.
I hug this "Other brother"
and we both become Shahyds 
of this "crazy love"
for Middle East.
I go to sleep every night and
I keep dreaming about Gaza Habibty.
Whenever I close my eyes,
Gaza Habibty is still there 
and I will NEVER FORGET!
I go to sleep EVERY NIGHT
and I am praying for a new dawn in Middle East,
than I wake up to discover my heart was
hacked in Shahriwar,
during this cyber-summer- 2009.
I was only dreaming about empowerment via compassion.
I was only dreaming about empowerment via dialogue.
For I am hurt, and not asking for cheesy kindeness:
I am asking for freedom and Justice,
like any other person that was opressed,
hurt, abused before.
and I am talking to myself
about myself only,
about what I have learnt and witnessed:
No one can take that away from me.
That is my truth, the only:
some proud people would rather die than not be free,
and that is all I know about myself,
what's it like to be me.

Living in exile from the sacred herd

#settlers : This is a slippery slope, placing Halakha,
jewish law over #democracy.
This Halakha is given by your Rabbis:
those Rabbis have political agenda.
That agenda places nationality above human rights-
who can approve this?
who can say G-od have chosen to put lives 
of young children in danger?
that G-od wants MORE bloodshed while dialog,
compromise, reconcilation  is an option?
#settlers: using bans, boycotts to deny the "other"-
be it a woman, an arab, an opponent
from right to be heard.
You declare yourself as the "chosen"/"Holly" herd.
You choose what to sacre and what to disapprove.
By doing so, you choose your way, 
to create jewish-identity that is based on nationality.
But there are many other ways to be jewish and seek justice,
no one voice exists to listen to the holly commands.
There is more than one way to be jewish-
You go your way brothers, for I have chosen mine,
with a broken heart, with an identity that's torn appart,
I'm an exile among you- looking outside the meddling crowd,
making my observations as a free individual:
when I look at bursts of brutality, 
spurs of fascism and racism,
as depicted in the news-
I am so ashamed that once I used to be one of you.