Doniana Al-Imoor, one of the two million Palestinians in Gaza victims of an
inhuman blockade, was painting on August 8, 2022. Suddenly, she and the colors ofone of her paintings were blown away by an Israeli bomb. Doniana believed thatthe oppressed should never stop fighting for their liberation. We reject a worldthat is an open-air prison and that they want to sew on us, we break the mentalcages in which we have been locked up and we begin to think that it is time tohave dignity and courage to start setting up a political struggle that is notsupportive. to the imperialists of the West and the East.---HingesAt the dawn of a morning, we will be thought steps and past thoughtsof a body without nerves, without reflexes,diluted in the selfishness of a little roadlost and traced in the / rust of the run-in alienated grindof teeth,smashed fragment of the acute song of the cast jaws.A hiss and between the sentry boxes / ivory transpires a "I would like to finishbeing". In the nebulae of passions the hinges creak and slam / the door on the abyss.Fly a scream to hell free forever accompanied by tears of salt.PhlebasWith me or against me He did not sayThe Head of the Human Sect Looking towards nothingAnd since I did not answer I received the gift as a giftDiscriminationParent of children sanctified by the Fascist thought of Mr. CapitalismBranded "I'm not" My strength multipliesIn uncontaminated thinking Do not delude yourself that being alone is synonymouswith weakness Not when you are looking for the path of thingsWithout the Ego as a lighthouseWhat so many takes along the false pathOf the property sold off to the first bidderDinkafree palestineThe cry of other innocent victims imprisoned and tortured rises from Gazain a city concentration camp.Cultivating the land is a capital crimedodging bullets trying to get by. Those holes in the nets are killer footprintsand the fishing boats are easy targets to hit. There is a gash in the vault ofthe dilapidated churchfrom there you can see the stars and poetry is bornwhile the rich have god, weapons and police.On the way back, snipers pierce heads and are happy they kill childrenfor a new medal in / chest. With the sling clenched in hand, a cry goes up from GazaLong live the intifada for a liberated Palestine.Pippo MarzulliThe olive trees still burnThe olive trees burn among the rubble of the houses, the blood is still shedon the streets of Gaza, squeezed between the seaand the desert, where peace is a vain word, in the earthwho only knows war, which rains from the sky, destroys housesand burns the flesh to the bones of a trapped humanityThe sky is the same, on both sides of the wall of hatred but the dreams ofchildren fly above the walls, roofs torn by bombs, higherof planes with wings of death and the star of David stained with innocent bloodand tearsof mothers crying, and painof the exiled and forgotten peopleTeti MassimoI do not forgetYour indifference is poison, / distilled for centuries./Different names, / the same violence./ Garbage /your cry /of purity and freedom. /Black colors your faces, / your bodies, /it takes away your soul. / Every glimmer./But the Wind will shake you will make you / wobble /in your precarious balance. / Maybe you will return /to reason./ Be that as it may, / strong fists /they will hold the flags of / our freedom.Simon Cumbo----------------Taken from Il Cantiere n. September 10, 2022Libertarian Alternative / Federation of Anarchist CommunistsTo request a copy of the magazine, send an article or a comment you can write toilcantiere@autistici.orgIl Cantiere n. 10 Settembre 2022Alternativa Libertaria/Federazione dei Comunisti Anarchiciilcantiere@autistici.org_________________________________________A - I N F O S N E W S S E R V I C EBy, For, and About AnarchistsSend news reports to A-infos-en mailing listA-infos-en@ainfos.ca
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