In the Gaza Strip, children, elderly men and women are being killed day by day. All people are suffering from the Israeli collective punishment. From the depth of death and darkness, from the depth of the drastic inhuman siege, Gazans sing for peace, freedom and ending the siege.
Two young people seek peace and ending siege through singing! Hatem and Naseem, living under the siege, made this song to tell the world some of the hard conditions facing Palestinians in Gaza. The disastrous outcomes of this siege are obvious violations of international charters, human rights conventions and the 4 Geneva protocols in particular, in addition to the international declaration of human rights.
Watch the following, spread it widely…. the world must be aware of the horrors that these people face very day of their lives.
Take the siege away – By Hatem & Naseem
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Skulz Fontaine said,
February 18, 2008 at 5:53 pm
Gaza, I weep for thee. You see, I stand over here shackled and chained and all I can do is weep. For when I scream, my screaming falls on deaf ears. When I rant and I rave I am viewed with suspicion. My kin and my neighbors all wonder and aloud, “why do you protest the killing of vermin?”" Vermin?” I asked and the chorus responded, ” the Palestinians are vermin and terrorists!” But why should that be? Israelis are free but, not Palestinians. The Palestinians live in camps. Concentration camps that are really the holding pens of sheep being prepared for slaughter. When the last Palestinian is slaughtered, will anyone REMEMBER? Anyone? Will anyone care? ANYONE! Oh Gaza, I weep for thee. Weeping is all that I can do for you see, over here I am shackled and chained to my opinion that the killing of innocent men, women, and children is genocide. Oh mommy, I said the ‘g’ word and used that ‘g’ word in association with Israel. I might just have well taken a shotgun and shot a lawyer. Genocide on Palestine by Israelis. I am a pariah and a criminal and I am a “supporter of terrorism!” Because I questioned the slaughter of Palestinians. Well, whoops and sorry. That must have been my bad! Oh Gaza, I weep for thee! You are lost and dying and NO ONE CARES AND NO ONE LISTENS! My kin and my neighbors are blind to the horror and will NOT hear the crying of innocents being led to slaughter. My land is lost and my nation is lost and my kin are lost and my neighbors are lost. A very great man once said, “it is better to die on one’s feet in the battle for justice than to die on one’s knees begging for mercy!” So let it be written, so let it be done. Oh Gaza, I weep for thee. Stand up and die at the hands of Israel! Someday maybe in one hundred years or five hundred years, someone somewhere, will read of your slaughter and ask the hard questions that our world today ignores. “Why were the Palestinians left to be slaughtered at the hands of an unjust Israel and the complicity of our world?” Oh Gaza, I weep for thee. You see, I am shackled in chains of censorship and mistrust. The weeping is all that I CAN do.