Palestinian Jailed by “Israeli” Regime for Penning Poem

In a move that ought to worry free speech advocates, genuine human rights activists and those opposed to laws which are arbitrary, cruel and unusual, the “Israeli” regime has jailed Palestinian poet Dareen Tatour over a poem she authored Resist, My People, Resist Them. It was alleged by the regime that Tatour’s poem “incited violence” although her own lawyer argued that her poem was artistic expression.

The regime sentenced her to two and a half years in prison at the end of the trial. This is deeply worrying on several levels. First of all, it is a further example that the”Israeli” military-police state is neither a democracy nor a tolerant society, but is instead a hostile apartheid society that is only able to maintain its strength through the brutal repression of occupied Palestinians and the forced conscription of all of its young male and female citizens, including religious Jews who have protested the regime’s infringement on their human rights.

Secondly, as western societies continue to disregard their own free speech laws and jail activists, poets, artists and satirists for their artistic expression, it is becoming clear that instead of Palestine becoming a single nation state at peace with its neighbours and with its own ancient multi-cultural/multi-religious heritage, the reverse is happening and western governments are following an increasingly brutal “Israeli” regime as an source of inspiration for cracking down on the right to freedom of speech.

The following is Dareen Tatour’s poem in full:

Resist, My People, Resist Them

“Resist, my people, resist them.

In Jerusalem, I dressed my wounds and breathed my sorrows

And carried the soul in my palm

For an Arab Palestine.

I will not succumb to the “peaceful solution,”

Never lower my flags

Until I evict them from my land.

I cast them aside for a coming time.

Resist, my people, resist them.

Resist the settler’s robbery

And follow the caravan of martyrs.

Shred the disgraceful constitution

Which imposed degradation and humiliation

And deterred us from restoring justice.

They burned blameless children;

As for Hadil, they sniped her in public,

Killed her in broad daylight.

Resist, my people, resist them.

Resist the colonialist’s onslaught.

Pay no mind to his agents among us

Who chain us with the peaceful illusion.

Do not fear doubtful tongues;

The truth in your heart is stronger,

As long as you resist in a land

That has lived through raids and victory.

So Ali called from his grave:

Resist, my rebellious people.

Write me as prose on the agarwood;

My remains have you as a response.

Resist, my people, resist them.

Resist, my people, resist them”.

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