“I’m scared of the dark, come get me.” Those were the last words of six-year-old Hind Rajab, on an hours-long emergency call from a battered car with the dead bodies of several of her family members. An Israeli tank had them trapped. Nearby, and unknown to anyone at the time, the Israelis had killed the two medics sent to rescue her. An investigation by Forensic Architecture determined that 335 bullets were fired into her car. (Photo from Quds News Network on Twitter)
TWENTY-ONE-LINE PLAN
They say “ceasefire” I think Hind Rajab And all the martyrs Known or unknown Counted and uncounted
They say “peace” I see fire Forging the scales of Justice: 335 bullets, Or the life of a child?
They say “Two-state” I dream of the sea Washing down walls Purging colonial fantasies Bleaching scriptural covenants
They say “reconstruction” I am nauseated by The stench of their greed It was always about gold Wasn’t it?
Whatever they say, I say, (as I always say,) “Free Palestine”
