YaLa Poetry | A Letter to the President Obama: Followed by a Poem
Dear Mr. President,
Welcome to our region. I hope that your stay will be fruitful this time. I know that your visit is so expected. Many people have high hopes. Many people believe that peace in the region is possible, that change is possible. Right, It’s easy to say:“yes, we can” but do we really understand the implications of such a phrase? What can foreign parties do to the cause?
Being the representative of the U.S which has strong ties with Israel doesn’t mean you can’t support the Palestinian cause. Free Palestine is not a terrorist demand, it’s a human one. Up to the history of conflicts, there is no solution to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict but the consensus between the two parties. The role of external parties as the United States lies in reconciliation.”There was never a good war or a bad peace”. We know well that we can’t achieve peace through war. This is what over 60 years of this “never-ending” conflict (hopefully not) taught us.
Put simply, there is no future for Israel without Palestinians and there is no future for Palestine without Israelis. You are not here to talk about your support to Israel because we know all about it. It’s not about security; it’s not about strong Israeli forces… It’s all about real efforts to contribute to peace enforcement in both Israel and Palestine. We don’t need biased perspective (and biased financial support). There are human beings in both countries. There are extremists from both sides too.” Better than a thousand hollow words is one word that brings peace.” This word is: two states solution.
Best regards,
Rahma Sghaier
Yala Young Leaders
You draw a smile to take a tear
You give us hope then more fear
You give chocolate then shoot a soul.
You give then break one baby doll
You give us pens then blow a school
You say we’re free, it’s just a tool
Why have you to give then take?
Why have you to fix then break?
You are the “host”, we’re the hostage
Let up your acting, pick up your luggage.
Just go away, stop your polish
Hey! We’re not that foolish
Our hope went on pieces
Just hang on, just go on
Our dream went on pieces
Just wait, keep moving on
I can’t wait the promised paradise
Believe me the sun will rise
After the sunrise there’s the sunset
After the light, the dark I met
You get sick, I am the cure
Believe me, you’ll be so secure
I can’t believe you any more
Your speech just missed the core
The gloomy road, that’s what I chose
I can’t be patient, the fury rose
All my life long I couldn’t understand
Your duel philosophy, how does it stand?
How can you give then take?
How can you fix then break?
I know the difference
Between your image and who you are
You’re not my angel nor my falling star
I know you try hard to pretend
How strong you want a happy end
I’m not afraid to tell you so
The gloomy road, that’s what I chose
I can’t be patient, the fury rose
A pen in one hand
A flag in the other
On sure feet we stand
To fight all together.
Rahma Sghaier
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