Powerful poem! - SWINE FLU

Hadeel Ramadan performed a powerful poem, titled Swine Flu, that truly gave me the shivers, if you will. Check this out for yourselves and maybe you'll attain the same emotion I've received.

I have not seen this poem posted on this site.



SWINE FLU

january 1rst

2009

3 a.m.

swine flu


flooded

fruitvale bart

& cracked open the levees of an epidemic

we have been fearing

since before

the sickness made Kings perish into the nothingness that is past.

as we carry their bodies

wrapped

in body bags

strapped with the heat of a thousand suns

see we don’t want the sickness


cuhs these pigs are far more deadly than any swine

holding my breath each time I stroll across police stations

cover my ears

at the sudden sound

of sirens

see their songs

suckle on society like the stained lips

of rape children to their wavering mothers breast

we nurture them despite the fact that we see a shadow of our attackers face in theirs

as if the cure is unattainable

we continue to take and take


allow these nothing more than common people to bear the flesh of the gods on their simple bones

packing heartbeats in their clips

see this isn’t on no overreacting liberal kid spitting left politics bull#


this is us giving a Grant

to the policeman who had Oscar

execution style on his knees.


you tube videos blaze from my monitor

making corpses resurrect from shallow graves

see Oscar Grant relives his death with each viewing,

as i watched his back crack as if Gaza was in its arch


& all I could remember was a photograph

i came across for the first time in high school

of a Vietnamese man crouched on his knees like a beaten dragon surrendering to mortals


It took all the way until my senior year in high school for me to learn about Hiroshima and Nagasaki


& that they are not just one of the easier genocides to talk about.


For 12 grades of my education each year the only massacre we were ever in depthly introduced to was the holocaust


Because in WW2 the U.S. fought against Germany and Japan


& in order to show the sinister ways of our adversaries

we brought one massacre to the light


& went on to crumble the disintegration of Japanese citizens into the dust we have swept under our patriotic rugs


not realizing that the U.S.A & Germany were only looking at a distorted reflection of each other


We continue to teach our children

To be U.S. Citizens before they are human beings.


Only mourn your people and their allies but disregard the flesh that lies on an enemies bones, see these borders are brainwashing


But the 2nd time I saw this photograph it broke me out of the trance

Because the artist Bansky’s spray can had revolutionized it


to depict

the same man still as a beaten dragon

but no pistol to skull

instead a bouquet of graffiti encrusted roses emerging from

his assassin’s hand

a portrait worthy of bringing new life from ash

recreated insanity into humanity

& I have strived to do the same for Oscar Grant with this very poem

Because we are the artists of the movement,

are trying so hard to bring lost souls back to life,

trying so hard to reshape history

With our paint stained fingertips


But I have learnt to start working on right now

& so I will use these graff battered roses

& place them on the grave of the rape fetus

our society finally decided to abort

because we are DONE, nurturing the genes of our oppressors


will mold together each struggle I have come to know

Find Palestine in every foreign

Counterpart working class back bent 9 to 5 barefooted barely making ends meet

Fight

See this is the only way peace can prevail

When the good do something

To stop evil.


From Oscar Grant to Hara Tamiki

THERE IS NO SHORTER WAY HOME.

& Once we realize are pain is universal that is when we can bring the orbit of divinity back to our world

So our globe no longer has to rest on an axis of evil.


Let the voice of our deceased demi-gods rumble through our vocal chords


MY NAME IS OSCAR GRANT, DON’T SHOOT

MY NAME IS HARA TAMIKI , LET ME DIE


MY NAME IS MARTIN LUTHER, IMMORTALIZE MY KINGDOM

MY NAME IS CHE GUEVARA, PATRIA OMUERTE


MY NAME IS ANNE FRANK, LIVE THROUGH MY WORDS

MY NAME IS EDWARD SAIID, TAKE ME HOME


MY LAST NAME IS RAMADAN

& I am starving for your humanity.




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reply to post by ReAlIzAtIoN


I want to make sure people get to hear this lady's amazing poem. This is poetry at it's best, in my view. No need for stars and flags, just enjoy the poem and feel the emotions in your mind.

reply to post by ReAlIzAtIoN


No one had a chance to listen to this woman's powerful poem?