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Once Upon A Palestine

By Mhara Costello

29 August, 2013

Once upon a distant time, there was a land called Palestine   1

Is it yours or is it mine, this land they once called Palestine 2

And who am I to stand and stare, in disbelief at land stripped bare

Banished people, stolen homes, broken dreams, crumbling stones

Of ancient graves and ghostly moans, silenced by Israeli drones


Who is this God that would erase, a people from their own birthplace

What kind of God would curse and smite, to please the cruel Israelite

Thugs! Thieves! Parasites! How   dare   they speak of wrong and right

Whilst dragging children thru' the night, from their beds, pale with fright

Bound and shackled, in a cell, just a kid, alone in hell   3


No mother, father, man of law, allowed to enter thru' that door

Till false confession fear has wrought, a boy alone must face the court

His crime? With stones he bravely fought, at those he knows his enemy

Till flows the river to the sea, young freedom fighter he will be

To set his land and people free


Who was it made the desert bloom, filled the air with sweet perfume

Jasmine, peaches, sage, and thyme, ‘Once upon a Palestine'

Who was it made the desert bleed, raped and pillaged, sowed their seed

Of death, destruction, theft and greed, with every twisted word and deed   4


The Bedouin who stands alone, midst debris of his bulldozed home   5

Stares out upon once cherished earth, whose forbears, long before his birth

Toiled this land for all their worth


Oh ancient well of water sweet, that once did quench God's thirsty sheep   6

Now doomed to choke in desert heat, with nought to drink but dry concrete

Courtesy of Israeli jeep

Manned by robots, following orders, “erase those Palestinian borders”!   7

Hide all trace of Arab culture, replace it with the Zionist vulture


Sly alibi's and dirty lies, of traitor Brits, whose stitched up lips

Couldn't wait, to seal the fate, of Arab Nation extermination

Condemned to brutal occupation; Well done! Balfour Declaration   8


For every drop of blood been spilt, every settlement ever built

Every teardrop ever shed, every bullet thru' the head

Every precious child laid dead and every Zionist lie been said


“ The old will die, the young forget”- Ben Gurion,   do not hold your breath!

Your words of bile, we   won't   forget; this battle is not over yet!   9

We'll see you burn in hell, you bet!


The wise man teaches, so I'm told, revenge is a dish best served cold

For every Freedom Fighter   bold, enshrine their name in letters gold

Let their stories brave be told, till time stands still and hell turns cold!


The fishermen who dare not fish, what kind of unjust law is this!   10

Lets mighty Israel take the piss, whilst sinking in its own abyss

Of cruel rule and iron fist; dares mock at International Law

Is this what brave souls gave life for?


Enough's enough! We'll have no more; of got at! Shot at! Bashed up boats!   11

Impounded! Hounded! Freedom floats, to plumb the depths of deep despair

In a world that's neither sane nor fair, United Nations ,   are you   there??   12

Shame on you! To stand and stare, Ban Ki   Loon, how   do you dare!   13

Gutless wimps of Zionist pimps! Tyrant's answer to a prayer


Pollute the water! Cut the power!

Close the checkpoints! Wait for hours   14

No matter if you're old or sick, held fast in vile Israeli grip   15

Watch the clock hand slowly tick, see the blood begin to drip

Newborns die, mothers cry, fathers sigh, world asks why   16

So do I


Cries of children; Run! Run! Staring down Israeli gun

Hey! It's just a bit of fun! Watching school kids bleed and run


Remember Tom,   noble, strong   17

In act so brave, his life he gave

“ Spare the child, but mark your grave”

Heaven smiled, Tom's choice was made


One life lost, another saved

Laid to rest, 21 of age

Angels sang and Gaza prayed

A light went out - true Martyr made

  Zionists fiddle, whilst Israel burns

Same old same old, no lessons learned


March to the sound of the war drum you beat

Trample the truth as it clings to your feet

In the slime and the grime of your ‘Jews Only' street   18

Shalom! Dogs and Irish, no Arab you'll meet

On Streetwise Apartheid, Gods ‘Chosen Elite'

  Shine up your trophies, just so you can brag

As you count every corpse on Obama' s   false flag

Caught, bought and paid for, in each body bag

Three billion dollars! Guess who's been had!   19


So innocent children can burn to a crisp

Xmas in Gaza snows white phosphorus!   20

The Most Moral Army'   that doesn't exist

Who's kidding who? But if   you insist!

There in the glass is your   real   Terrorist!     21

Cowards and bullies, two of a kind

Sound in the body, but sick in the mind

Spawn of the   Stern Gang   and vile   Haganah     22

Irgun's Ms. Livni,   her Ma and Papa


Who would you believe it? But hush now! Don't tell!

Blew up us Brits in   King David's Hotel!

We know who our friends are, didn't we do well!

Birds of a feather, we'll meet them in hell!


But hey! What's your problem? We're all best mates now

Changing our laws to protect ‘Sacred Cows'   23

The woman who boasted, with no sense of shame

Operation Cast Lead,   she'd do all again   24

Proud of her role in this orgy of pain   25


It's all so confusing, speak   up !   Hague! Explain!   26

Shielding war criminals, since when   was our game

There's blood on your hands and it's staining our name

The wrong side of history is where lies   your fame

Next to your Masters of Zionist shame!


The pride and the glory and God save the Queen

Won't save us now from an act so obscene

‘ Great British Empire'? Shamed old has been!

Farewell Magna Carta; Impossible dream


You lie down with dogs and you get up with fleas

Dance with the Devil and crawl on your knees

At the skirts of Ms. Livni, to plead “pretty please”

Daughter of Zion, slaughters with ease

It's only an Arab, shoot with the breeze


Streets hung with netting, no prizes for guessing   27

Stench is quite telling, you know   what you're getting

When Settler Scum ' s yelling, with   IDF ' S blessing

Hatred is spreading, no forgive, no forgetting

Shit sticks where it hits, defiles sacred dwellings   28


Grapes of wrath, spoils of war

Sixty-five years, how many more

Ask yourselves, what was it for

Karma's knocking upon your door

You stole another people's land

What part of that, don't you understand


Arabs made homeless, clutching a key

Forced from their homes, fled into the sea   29

Proud noble race to sad refugee   30

Shame of the Nakba!   Catastrophe!!!


Show me the Fuhrer to lay all the blame

Where were the cries of “not in my name”   31

As you watched from the sidelines,  ‘ Gurion's Game '

Immune to the suffering of grief loss and pain


Dave to Goliath, roles now reversed

Victim to bully, chapter and verse

Goebbels to Gaza, shades of Mein Kampf   32

Checkpoints and cameras, ID cards to stamp

Hard to believe, in the land of one's birth

1.7 million denied freedom, self worth   33

Whilst ‘ W*nkers in Whitehall'

Free roam this earth


Friends in high places, puppets on strings

These are a few of my not   favourite things

Dope smoking soldiers, not human kind

The Most Moral Army'   stoned out of its mind!   34


God's chosen people??   God must be blind!!

But God's seen the light and the sights blown his   mind!

Hey! God's new commandment! ” Occupy-Stop” !

God's smelt the coffee and thrown in his lot!

With those pesky Arabs; deserve all they got ?


God begs to differ;   why   would they   not?

Fight for the right to a life without strife

Free from the Jackboot of Zionist might


Pilgrims and poets, music and song   35

Writers, the fighters, record right and wrong   36

Power of the people, united we're strong!   37

Come join the dance! It's where you belong!   38


Words are   our   weapon, who needs a gun

Armed with the truth , Justice   will   come !

Garden shed rockets and rocks in kids pockets!   39

No Army! No Navy! No train with the gravy!

Just a will and a way, no if's buts or maybe!


No brute F16's or killing machines

Just a girl's silent screams, crushed with her dreams   40

Casually slaughtered, one brave precious daughter

When ‘ Catakillerd '  its quarry

  God blessed   Rachel Corrie   41


Fate will take her pound of flesh, plucked within the gory mess

Of crimes against humanity, etched into eternity   42

Pray tell, ‘Isra-hel', where will you   be

In the Hague, for all to see

Down on your knees, begging Merci

Outcasts of society

Que Sera, what must be,   will   be


Time and Tide for no man waits   43

When stood before those pearly gates

Locked and barred, be in no doubt

The tide brings in what the world casts out


Written in the sands of time, sins of man

Yours and mine; but let the punishment fit the crime

Of persecution by design; what's mine's my own

What's yours is mine; speaks the bully, none so blind


Once upon a distant time, I was yours and you were mine  

Rise again! Sweet Palestine   44

History's page turns one last time

Desert breeze draws a line

Apocalypse now!!! Free Palestine!!!

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Tamerishe ©

Mhara Costello is a pro Palestinian, female activist /poet from the uk.

Footnote: ‘Once upon a Palestine'   began in the spring of 2011; a few lines and the title, swiftly followed by a cascade of verse, then put to one side for a previous work barging in out of nowhere, demanding to be written. Going through my own   dark night of the soul at the time, ‘Once upon a Palestine' continued to gather dust in a drawer until the summer of 2012 - when the words came back to haunt me. So here it is. My humble contribution to the betrayed, abandoned, shunned, vilified, outstandingly brave Palestinians of Palestine . I don't know about the ‘ Lost Tribes of Israel. It's about time the dispossessed ,   ethnically cleansed, indigenous Peoples of Palestine picked up their keys and came home .   Where they belong .  Namaste!

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  Credit due to ‘ Israelis of Courage & Conscience'   with the guts to stand up and speak out for Palestine.  “If not us, then who? If not now, then when”?  John Lewis. (1940) Civil Rights.




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