This is human life, not my opinion.Posted: January 30, 2013 in apartheid, corruption, Disease, ethics, ethnic cleansing, Gaza, genocide, Global Injustice, human rights, Israel, Israeli-Apartheid, Massacre, Mental Health, Palestine, Poem, Poetry, poverty, Suffering, West Bank, World Hunger
Tags: Abuse, Apartheid, Ethnic Cleansing, Gaza, Genocide, Human Rights, Moe Diab, Occupation, Palestine, West Bank
This is human life, not my opinion. By: Moe Diab All I need is for you to take a minute and truly listen to me. This isn’t my opinion about my favorite cast member on MTV. It’s the voice of the voiceless that desperately cry out to be heard. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to keep my thoughts to myself, while flashes of ashes defy gravity, destroying love, peace and humanity. It’s not only a Palestinian struggle that defies your comfort, crimes against humanity cause millions to cry, bleed and suffer. I’m sorry if you find reality TV more entertaining and easier to watch, ignorance buys your silence and innocent children pay the cost. It’s not that I’m angry or confused, prideful or lost, it’s the fact that knowing the truth, arms me with a throbbing conscience of a modern Palestinian Holocaust. Biased and intentionally misdirecting news broadcasts are all you trust, reporting on celebrity scandals, while entire villages are uprooted, displaced and crushed. Fabricated news is spun and death is exploited for profit. Hollywood sponsored hate campaigns become new gossip. Intended to breed enough homegrown support to invade sovereign nations. Natural resources stolen, political power gained and destroyed foreign relations. A nation brainwashed to hate, fear and wish death upon millions they know little about. In the name freedom and democracy? On the contrary, look up terrorism and tell me what defines hypocrisy. Gaza was bombed on the worldwide stage, while choked in an airtight cage. And guess what? Israel still got paid. What about the suffering of millions in the West Bank, Gaza, and all over Palestine? The news doesn’t play that footage, so not a single one of you do so much as bat an eye. What if I told you about generations of families being uprooted, displaced, an ethnic cleansing that scars the earth with pillage and rape? Entire families torn apart, fathers turn to sons, exchange one last look, are lined up, executed and depart. You think this is fiction scary? Look up ethnic cleansing in the dictionary! A rich historic culture hijacked, given a bad name. Names of ancient villages gone, erased. You read these words with real gentle stillness, while the post-traumatic stress causes severe mental illness. But you cannot destroy or erase the pride and dignity manifested in a child’s brain, due to generations of oppression, while the world condemns Israel to shame. When will you be as brave as a Palestinian child, fighting for his existence, against military occupation with treatment so vile? Will you stand up against oppression, demand justice and ask questions? Does it really take someone to give you a knowledge overdose? Images of the deceased alone could suffocate, strangle, and leave you looking morose. Maybe, watching a ten second clip of a child ruthlessly targeted and shot, Maybe, images of a child’s beautiful face bursting, deformed and lost, Maybe, watching a father hold his sons lifeless body close to his chest, screaming GOD why? Take my life instead! Maybe, seeing the blood splatter cover them both will make you listen. This blood stains the land, horrific murder scenes burn into the soul, forever imprinted is the memory of a father watching his son’s life go. Maybe a few seconds of your time could’ve changed the outcome for that innocent child, instead of another war crime statistic being filed. Maybe be human for a moment, refuse to comply with what you see, open your heart to feel their pain, agony, injustice, their lives left in debris. Maybe stepping aside from corporate mass media lies and reality trash TV, will allow your mind to be open, finally conscious and truly free. Maybe taking pride in uniting, resisting and defending the voiceless, will give hope to something you once thought was pointless. I will not be told to keep my opinions inside, there is no controversy or debate in saving the lives of innocent oppressed children mercilessly murdered, brutalized! Maybe there is a reason you don’t want to hear this from me. Maybe it’s your guilt being masked by artificial news stories. Deep down you know damn well that you’re no longer confused, you NOW know about the brutal savagery and human rights abuse. I’m actually not sorry my raw honesty made you feel uncomfortable, its proof you’re human and emotionally responsible. There’s a deep human reason you feel that groggy emotion, it’s your sleeping conscience, screaming, waiting to be awoken!