.Free The P.

FREE THE P!

“I come bearing an olive branch in one hand, and the freedom fighter's gun in the other. Do not let the olive branch fall from my hand.” Yasser Arafat

It's the first of the New Year. 

I am sitting on beautiful Montjuic, overlooking the mediterranean sea, with my back resting on the mountain. Complete silence. Still. solo. Perfect for reflection. 

An amazing hike up, to take in such breathtaking beauty, yet I can't seem to find my sonrisa, my smile.

Stuck behind the scenes of BBC and images from New York Times, I can't help but think, "let my people go."

Where's the help? Where are you Egypt? Where are you Jordan? Syria? Lebanon.... Why can't we join forces and defeat the genocide occuring on our people, my people. 

 Is it the US? If that is the case, don't worry, you should be kissing China's ass. Soon enough. 

 Moving along.

A week so far, no help.  No sign of Peace.  Just a strong grip on the olive tree.  

Never let go. 

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Fathers carrying their young daughters coffins. Only one child left.  A feeling we could never understand. To bury five children and for what? Is it worth all these murders? The lose of young souls? Return our land! Burn the wall down! Free our People!

The part that scares me is without the US, Israel couldn't make this mess of historical genocide. So, are we all murderers now? Spending my tax money to promote the Israeli military that provides the weapons that kill my people? How will this vicious cycle end, when one culture is left for dead...?