Olive Branch Optimism
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Tuesday, May 03, 2005
A little bit of inspiration
Sunday May 1st, 2005

I've found many interesting and factual things to put in todays post, but I decided against it.
If I become just another news outlet I would be ashamed, I am also myself and I also write poetry,
and I like poetry, and I also like short stories or even paragraphs describing emotional events, so read these few little things, some written by me, some from inside Iraq, some from other places and enjoy them :)

- This written by me, Today

[olivebranch]

Two towers stand together, and then fall one by one.
The American Republic, the USA, the rich,
and those people who sell you guns.

They stand together, in a palace in Baghdad,
in the most inner walls of the pentagon,
or in hotels as so-called 'friends'.

They meet with Bush's daddy, in the Carlisle isles.
They plan to decieve you, and the plan begins.

With those people they gather round them,
the Saudi's
, Israeli's and
Irani's,
investing in reconstruction.

Investing in the streets of Falloojeh,
in Al-Basrah, in Amiraya, in Riverbends friends.
Investing in the DEconstruction, the damage never ends.


Like the Saudi-backed Bin-Ladens', investing in US trends,
investing in dual-purpose rockets, in gas masks and medicines.
While all the while, their people must go on PRETENDING to smile.

They feel deceived from start to end, with opening wounds that never mend.
Like a coldsaw on the corner of your' mouth, is the US presence in Baghdad,
Everytime you eat, you sleep or stretch, it splits; and blood is spilt,
a mother, another brother, a father and bestfriend now insanely mad.

Enough is said too get the view, you understand but must now see,
I was inspired by ideas, views that I would never have seen.
I had never thought about the most likely deaths,
the scarey ways in wich to die.

A man sits in his office at home, the front-door gets blown away..
The house windows shatter through duct-tape and all,
then glass ricochetes from wall to wall.

He hears a scream and runs to see,
his son is barely standing,
his eyes are blank; he is not there...

"I.. I was watching T.V and.... and I.. I saw a jeep and.."
"and so I ran to find (Omar? mother?)...."

"and when I left the room, and.. I... I turned around....
then.. then it.. It was blown away..."

The boy broke down and cried,
though a real man he was inside,
he was broken down to the basics,
as he had just so nearly died....

The seat in which he had been sat,
was now pressed against the wall,
now ripped and torn enough to ensure,
into paranoia our brains must fall.

Imagine trying not to cry when,
we are picking out the shards of glass and,
thanking god he did not die....

The thought strays past and we break down,
what if the T.V had been turned on?
what if it happens again?
And what if we're not so lucky this time, and...

Well...
I really don't want to say....


***Inspired by Riverbend***
written by Luke(y) Skinner
[/olivebranch]

- This what inspired it.

[riverbend]
September 11… he sat there, reading the paper.
As he reached out for the cup in front of him for a sip of tea,
he could vaguely hear the sound of an airplane overhead.

It was a bright, fresh day and there was much he had to do… but the world suddenly went black-
a colossal explosion and then crushed bones under the weight of concrete and iron…

screams rose up around him… men, women and children… shards of glass sought out tender, unprotected skin
… he thought of his family and tried to rise, but something inside of him was broken…
there was a rising heat and the pungent smell of burning flesh mingled sickeningly with the smoke and the dust…
and suddenly it was blackness.

9/11/01? New York? World Trade Center?

No.

9/11/04. Falloojeh. An Iraqi home.
[/riverbend]

- This possibly the most reasonable definition of Terror I've ever seen...

[riverbend]
The Definition of Terror.

Terror isn't just worrying about a plane hitting a skyscraper…
terrorism is being caught in traffic and hearing the crack of an AK-47 a few meters away because the
National Guard want to let an American humvee or Iraqi official through.

Terror is watching your house being raided and knowing that the silliest thing might get you dragged away to Abu Ghraib
where soldiers can torture, beat and kill.

Terror is that first moment after a series of machine-gun shots,
when you lift your head frantically to make sure your loved ones are still in one piece.

Terror is trying to pick the shards of glass resulting from a nearby explosion out of the living-room couch
and trying not to imagine what would have happened if a person had been sitting there.
[/riverbend]

------------- By now I am angry, just pasting and re-reading this here. Are you angry too? Wish you could help? Now imagine how the victims feel, and maybe you will get angrier.. Maybe you will search until you find the way in wich you can help.

Everyone can do something to help, be it e-mail Iraqi's telling them you love them, that you don't want them to come to pain, that you know you didn't do enough to stop the government, but you have no clue what else to do.... They will give you the best answer you can get, the answer you need to hear.

They will tell you what they most need, not those rich bastards in the media who are full of nothing but power and greed. [olivebranch]


- here's another quote from Riverbend, going a bit riverbend crazy on this blog, but she's just too good! I can't imagine how this feels, I mean, Gaza is closer or about as close to Iraq as Adelaide to Perth (the closest major city to Perth, where I live, is Adelaide in South Australia and thats like, thousands' of kilometre's away!) So Gaza is the farest point of conflict she mentions, so the closest major city to me; would be a distant battleground to Riverbend.... and what about Baghdad and Falloojeh, thats just too scary a thought....


---------------------------------[Riverbend]
The assault on Falloojeh and other areas is continuing. There are rumors of awful weapons being used in Falloojeh. The city has literally been burnt and bombed to the ground. Many of the people displaced from the city are asking to be let back in, in spite of everything. I can't even begin to imagine how difficult it must be for the refugees. It's like we've turned into another Palestine- occupation, bombings, refugees, death. Sometimes I'll be watching the news and the volume will be really low. The scene will be of a man, woman or child, wailing in front of the camera; crying at the fate of a body lying bloodily, stiffly on the ground- a demolished building in the background and it will take me a few moments to decide the location of this tragedy- Falloojeh? Gaza? Baghdad?

{snip}on a lighter note[olivebranch]{/snip}

Condolences and heartfelt tears-
You get Bush for four more years!

or

Sympathies in advance
For when they reinstate the draft!
We hope (insert_name_here) stays as safe as he/she can
And writes frequently while in Iran!

or

Bush and Cheney- what a pair!
Who said life isn't fair?
While Iraq gets tanks and occupation-
You have idiots to run your nation!

or

Cheer up...
Your son was too young for Afghanistan.
And it's still a bit early for Iran-
But there's plenty of time for Syria...
And he'll definitely serve in North Korea!
---------------------------------[/Riverbend]

[Riverbend]
Another site I’m checking out lately is a site by "Malcom Lagauche", a journalist/author who writes about Iraq, amongst other things. His site is called Lagauche is Right. One post that got my attention was his September 25 post about that atrocious toy that was being sold in America- the “Forward Command Post” which shows an Iraqi home, complete with bloodstains, crumbling walls, no family members (they were probably detained) and a triumphant American soldier…
I can imagine a child receiving the huge package for Christmas or a Birthday and opening it up with glee… seeing the chaos, the havoc, the destruction and feeling… what? Pride? Victory? Elation? And they say it's Al-Jazeera that promotes violence. Sure.
[/Riverbend]

hmmm, what to say about this one? this is what I say "FUCK THE RICH AND GREEDY YANKY BASTARDS"
note I say, the 'RICH AND GREEDY', this applies to anyone who believes they are Rich and Greedy.
If you dont think you are Rich and Greedy, it doesn't apply to you *cough*.. Ahh, sorry had a fly in my throat..

If you have gotten off your' lazy ass to try and help out, it definately doesn't apply to you
*notice there is no cough here*.

- and that's all from me, hopefully I will actually post this post on Monday the 2nd, as I can't use the internet from this laptop this evening. Peace and protection to you all..


[olivebranch]
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