On a fine sunny day buttercups are blooming.
The birds are chirping, silly sparrow. What are you saying?
The sky is blue, the air is fresh.
A Mother with her daughters four, the youngest is five;
happily talking of the wedding to come. They all feel mirthful and alive.
A celebration, in times of trouble?
There will be music, Debke, food and song
Every one is invited, just come along.
The bread is baked the wedding is near
Preparations are done. We will sit out here.
A celebration in times of trouble!
As the breeze kisses our cheeks, we talk, we laugh.
Women gathered in sacred circle. Men pray at the mosque.
Mother happy, her daughter is grown, so many dreams yet to be fulfilled.
Sisters shy who is next to wed. Proud of their sister, smart in science and technology.
A celebration in times of trouble
As one speaks the others can not quite hear.
Her voice droned out. The familiar ominous monotone remote control buzz.
Stalking 1/2 ton predatory killing machine Cost 4.5 million. Hovering above.
They can see it. They continue to talk, push their fear aside.
They have a wedding to plan. Sitting out there in the open, they have nothing to hide.
Then suddenly deafening boom. Metal and cement penetrated. Like a bullseye in the circle's core it exploded
Sweet frail bodies with a thousand plastic marbles, decimated. X-Ray will evade. All hail plastic bullets. So safe they are, so humane. Slow internal bleeding no one can see. What you can not be see just did not happen.
Smell this guilty fire, tell the hair in your nose. Something bad has happened innocent flesh has been burned. Mother is dead so is the bride, everyone injured. Shocked and traumatized.
The burst of red blood, the screams of terror, help me, someone please help. who, what, why?
A single smart missile made in good old USA. Given as a Gift to the Zionist nation. Protect yourself my politicians said. From the unarmed besieged, impoverished Palestinians. Here take more bombs f16s take 3.3 billion.
Help arrives. There is no help that can heal this.
Brave men separate shredded flesh from the metal.
La ilaha il allah, Ashhadu an la ilaha il Allah
A finger here a leg there. Quick hide the head from the bereaved father/husband
Wa ashad anna Muhammad ur Rasulo.
The funeral march. There is no wedding.
Who pulled the trigger on the Drone that day. Does you mother know? What would she say? A mere video game with real life you play.
Air conditioned office, Comfy chair, Joystick, super HD video screen. Apartheid support soft drinks and yummy snacks at your side.
Drive home in your car, eat dinner, watch T.V. Do you have an idea of the doomsday you caused? One small button you pressed many lives annihilated.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlRxopyhUp0&feature=player_embedded#at=108
Here I sit with my basket of wares.