The " Israeli Syndrome "

quite an interesting poetry written by Hayam Noir. have a read if you have some time. Be warned it’s quite strong in language.

 

The " Israeli Syndrome "

I am the Avenger





April 16 2007

Haiyam Noir

 

 


The Crime

 

On the Zionists so called - wanted list - as I remember - were 500 names - revealed to me - early last spring - one by one - my eyes followed every line - so beautiful names - of Palestinian men - who bravely live to die - for a Palestinian homeland - forced to sign - in tears of blood - a document - of falsity - a commitment to a ceasefire - with the Zionists - still tormenting - souls and minds.


After the truce was signed - with the Zionist - the brave Palestinian fighter - was cornered - lured in to a trap - they killed him.- he was shot in his back - Israelis - has a dark chronicle rife - of brutal attacks - on Palestinian freedom fighters - how could we expect - honor and reliability - from an assassin - a liar and a thieve.



When the red light - from the laser sight - hit the sensitive spot - on the left side of his neck - my hands - use to touch him there - to give him comfort - in his pain and his troubled mind. - right there you shoot him - on the neck - I use to kiss - when he and me-ones upon a time-was touched - by love -and peace - in our minds.



He was standing at first - so strangely still - without a word - heavy leaning against the door - then his eyes searched for my eyes - calling for my attention - then he is falling - I never more looked - into his eyes again - he is dead - strong beautiful hands - reached after safety - there was no protection - we - me and him - could no longer hold on - to the precious life - so he and me - must let go of it.



While blood is pumping - as warm red river - down the threshold - over my bare feet's.- my eyes could not see - my hand - is beating the door hard - hard and strong like the head of a hammer - I believe I was fainting - in fact I know - inside my head - inside my mind - a very bad sign - always I strive - never to burden him - or reveal to him - my own pain - now he will never know - about my angst -and my panic attacks - I gave them the name - the "Israeli Syndrome.".


To the Assassin
Zionist - from now on - you should watch your back. - one day - very soon - I will kill you - without a word spoken - I will kill you - with my eyes -one day soon - you - and all - your brothers in crime - will be hunted - as fugitives - you all - will be tracked down - one by one - by our hungry and very thirsty wolf pack.



As fugitives - you will be hunted down - we will find you - our wolf pack never lose the track - do you understand - why - they have got used - to your foul odor - will find you - where ever you may hide - time is with me - not with you - your time is over - you are finished - my mind is a camera - with excellent memory.- your cruel face - can never be erased - from the lens inside my mind



Never forget - your thin mouth open - your saliva dripping - as when you were waiting - a sniper - to kill - my angel - Palestinian blood - to splash into it.- you terrorist - you vampire - you blood sucker



You will not - live long enough - to see - how your brothers in crime - lined up and grounded - with face in the dirt - arms - hands - necks - tied together - all of you - a chain-gang of predators - then - one by one - you will enter the door - forever - locked behind you - now you will be walking - towards the hell-fire - so alone - the Bible say - no peace for the wicked - how long Palestinians suffered - now at last - when you are gone - we will feel our strength returning .- Israeli Jew you mother - fr - your strength - was an illusion - your weakness - now become our victory.


A man of honor would never point a rifle at the eye of an innocent child.- your people murdered ( in the years of 2001 - 2005 ) - over1.400 Palestinian children = one Palestinian child - became every day - a victim of your unimaginable cruelty.


You bastard - you Zionist - the Palestinian man - you murdered in cold blood - was my best friend - he - he never hated you - was too noble - for such primitive instincts - he despised your weakness - and your ignorance and your arrogance - you disgusting ugly bastard - geneticly inherited was his disrespect - for your kind of people - his strong contempt for you - became a terminal illness - I call our terminal illness - the " Israeli Syndrome"



I am your survivor - the avenger - the collector - of all the evidence - against you - so when justice is served - and all your crimes well documented - there will be no time - for a formal trial - but a fair trial - and no - no - no reconciliation - we will get it over - and done with - in a rapid move - I will nail you hard - make you crawl on the ground - Zionist - your face - under my iron seamed tracker boot -the last you will see of me - my eyes - dark of contempt - as fiery charcoal - my eyes will fuse and cut off - the last lines of your memory.- you will see my hand - reach back - and grip a sharpened hunter dagger - while I will give the audience - a gorgeous smile.- then without mercy - I will cut your neck - then I will send my messenger - to knock on the door - to your mothers house.



Zionist - your head will be served her - on our heirloom - the large silver plate - made by a Palestinian silversmith - one master among other Palestinian masters smiths - the Palestinian welder and black-smiths - who mastered - with loving hands - the creation of famous Qassam rockets - fire - like hell rain - over your stinking polluted settlements.



This grandiose silver plate - a family treasure - your father stole - from our house in Haifa - a long long time ago - after a heinous crime. - Your father a Zionist terrorist - in cold blood - murdered our grandfather - after he forced him - to witness the rape - of the youngest daughter - my mothers sister - now you know - who am I - watch your back - day and nigh ...............



I know - you will not know - when your time is ripe.



First published  by the author, Hiyam Noir in June 2003

© Hiyam Noir