Long Live The Resistance.
Until all the captives are free. To our beloved Palestine with love, from me at Casita Colibri, Atenas, Costa Rica.
“We defeated the Zionist entity on October 7th, 2023. Now our war is with the real enemy:
The American and British military.” - General Yahya Sinwar
Long live the resistance, and those defenders of the precious tents and schools, of families between the river and the sea.
Our dear Palestine.
In all of the world, the freedom chant, ‘Palestine will be free’ rings across all the miles of the earth.
There is not an ear on Earth that has not heard the victory martyr cries and learned who Palestine is.
Every person now knows.
No person can say they didn’t know.
What we once didn’t know was that Palestine came to save us and set the captives free.
How can we not praise the holy name of Palestine?
We did not know that we had lived all our lives not knowing about the people who were born to carry out the mission to free herself, therefore showing the rest of the world that we can all be free.
If we fight back.
If we defend ourselves, as is our right.
If we resist.
If we do not give up.
If we do not surrender.
If we do not fall short of the glory of being the occupied resisting their occupiers.
Blessed, blessed, blessed
Be the names of those who gave their lives
So we could witness how they face their oppressors,
Teaching us how to face ours.
Who happen to be the same.
Blessed be those who stare into the eyes of and spit and curse the evil names of colonial and apartheid powers as they build, buy, and sign bombs that will sever heads from babies.
Your cameras, our cameras, do nothing except show the whole world who these people are who rise up against the monsters who are the Israeli Occupation Forces.
Oh Palestine, all of the globe share the same oppressor as you. We see and know this now.
“‘The company proclaimed: “Whoever wants to fly can finally soar!””
May there never come a day that I don’t read the blessed name of Palestine.
May there never be a day that goes by that I don’t speak the blessed name of Palestine from my lips.
I ain’t reading all that, all I’m reading is Palestine.
The United States of Israel has come to conquer the bones of babies,
To show their military might against the children of Gaza.
How tiny and insignificant Israel is just to be crushed by a little boy warrior on a paraglider with a slingshot
That was heard and felt around the world on Oct 7, 2023…and still to this very day.
As IOF tanks point down their cannons at Grandmothers weeping over the shattered peace that is older than and predates the birth of Britain and the America’s bastard state who grew up to be Lucifer from its inception. And Grandfathers weeping over the desecrated joy that once blew through the olive trees mixed with the scent of the Mediterranean Sea,
Children and Elders ready to be received by the heavenly hundreds of thousands of martyrs
Whose blood now runs through the veins of the remaining hostages and the survivors and all the people who take up Palestine’s blessed flag,
With keffiyehs proudly draped around our necks.
Yes, there was peace before Israel and yes, there will be peace after Israel.
There will be peace when the American empire falls.
Oh the honor it is to be named Palestinian.
Jihad forever. Until the last captive is free forever.
May the revolution remain enmeshed within my soul.
Long live the resistance, and may Empire fall at the feet of the occupied captives so that all oppressed people everywhere can be free.
*This poem was inspired by the Substack piece, “Communiqué #3: “And He (Allah) Sent Against Them Swarms of Birds” by Dr. Mohamed Abdou
**to accompany this piece, listen to Yafa by Lana Lubany and Palestine Will Never Die by Lowkey and Mai Kahlil
