<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471014" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wrathful</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O pupils of Gaza . . <br>Teach us . . .<br>A little of what you have<br>For we have forgotten . . .<br>Teach us . .<br>To be men<br>For we have men . .<br>dough they become . . .<br>Teach us . .<br>How the rocks become<br>in the children's hands,<br>precious diamond . .<br>How it becomes<br>The child's bicycle, a mine<br>And the silk ribbon . .<br>An ambush . .<br>How the feeding bottle nipple . .<br>If detained not<br>Turns into a knife . . . .<br>O pupils of Gaza<br>Care not . .<br>about our broadcasts . .<br>And hear us not . .<br>Strike . .<br>Strike . . .<br>With all your powers<br>And firmly in your hands take matters<br>And ask us not . .<br>We the people of arithmetic . .<br>And of addition . .<br>And of subtraction . .<br>Your wars do carry on<br>And abstain from us . .<br>We're the deserters<br>from the service,<br>Your ropes do bring<br>And hang us . . .<br>We're mortals . .<br>Who possess not tombs<br>And orphans . .<br>who possess not masters<br>We kept already to our rooms . .<br>And we asked you<br>To fight the dragon . .<br>We've diminished, before you<br>A thousand century . .<br>And you've grown<br>-Within a month-Centuries . .<br>O pupils of Gaza . .<br>Return not . .<br>To our writings . .<br>And read us not..<br>We're your fathers . .<br>Do resemble us not . .<br>We're your idols . .<br>Do worship us not . .<br>We engage in<br>Political lies . .<br>And repression . .<br>And we build graves . .<br>And jails . .<br>Liberate us . .<br>From the fear problem in us . .<br>And expel<br>The opium from our heads . .<br>Teach us . .<br>The art of adherence to the Land,<br>And leave not . .<br>The Messiah saddened . .<br>O our beloved children<br>Salam . .<br>May Allah render your day<br>Jasmine . . .<br>From the cracks of ruined earth<br>You emerged forth<br>And planted in our wound<br>Musk rose . .<br>This is the revolution of notebooks . .<br>And ink . .<br>Do become on the lips<br>melodies . .<br>Shower us . .<br>Heroism, and pride<br>And from our ugliness wash us<br>Wash us . .<br>Fear neither Moses. .<br>Nor Moses' spell . .<br>And ready yourself<br>To harvest the olives<br>Verily this Jewish age<br>is an illusion . .<br>That shall collapse . .<br>Albeit sureness we possess . . .<br>O madmen of Gaza . .<br>A thousand welcome . . .<br>in madmen,<br>If they liberate us<br>Verily the age of political reason<br>has long bygone . . .<br>Do teach us madness . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nizar+Qabbani">Nizar Qabbani</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471014" data-title="The Wrathful de Nizar Qabbani" data-description="O pupils of Gaza . . Teach us . . . A little of what you have For we have forgotten . . . Teach us . . To be men For we have men . . dough they become . . . Teach us . . How the rocks become in the children's hands, precious diamond . . How it be..."></div> </div> </div>

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