And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings —
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children’s blood.
Pablo Neruda “I’m Explaining a Few Things”
Words fail me. Gaza is dying. For as many years as I’ve been politically active Palestine, despite everything, has been a source of inspiration and seemed to walk with us; a partner in struggle, a comrade. Her efforts confirming the spirit of freedom, an affirmation of the dignity of our species with all of the creativity, tenacity and sacrifice that implies. Palestinian oppression and dispossession has been constant, as constant as Palestinian resistance. My companion all these years, my inspirational companion Palestine is being murdered in front of me and I feel impotent. If the US and Israel listened to marches and speeches! If they heeded the public will! They do not and we seem powerless to stop them. And yet, how can we not try? We have to try.
So, as I often turn to, a song then. A different war and a different occupation may have animated this song, but it is Palestine that Christy sings for today. Christy Moore and Declan Sinnott with No Time for Love