Don't Sleep

Don’t sleep!

Before the night prevail

Before we hug our kids to our chest

And before we say goodnight

Before they can afford to have a long comfortable sleep

Some little lovely young boy from Qana!!!

He wants to sleep…. he needs to sleep

A gorgeous little boy from Qana… Tonight he’s still under the rubble

His mother can’t hug him to her chest like all other mothers

And give him some compassion, love and kindness or

Even before she could softly murmur in his ear, she left him and went

She went to a small graveyard without saying goodbye

His brother is not talking to him, not playing with him

His not throwing a ball to him or drawing him a flower

He too was buried with his mother in a small hall under the ground

Don’t you sleep?

Some little lovely young boy from Qana!!!

He wants to tell you good bye.

His father is not moving too, all that left of him is his corpse

So how can he bring to his baby a school bag or a nice toy or even to take him for a ride just so he can keep him happy.

Don’t you sleep?

Small boy from Qana!!!

This hour he’s still under the rubble

He needs a hand! A hand of softness, love and kindness

He needs a mother? Or a toy or even a drop of water

He needs a soft murmur or a touch or even a kiss

And like your kids who are quietly sleeping

He too needs a nap and a sleep

He needs to move his hands

He needs to get up from under the rubble

But tonight he is in Qana! Alone in Qana so how can he find a way to sleep?

They were asleep and so the conscience of the whole humanity was too asleep

Then the air force fighters arrived carrying on it the killing, the perfidy and the grudge

Revelry killing innocent kids, maybe they were dreaming about a toy or

Anything in this life that could bring them happiness

Maybe they where hoping for to see the sunrise so they can visit there friends grave

Who were martyred before them on the hand of the Israelis by an American Weapons?

Or maybe all they dreamed about is to have a drink of water or maybe to live there live’s.

And before the sunrise their blood got mixed together, their bones where crushed under the rubble. And their quite gorgeous innocent smiles where switched off.

Maybe, and even before they roared or even screamed from the pain

Maybe before the breastfeeding mother has the chance to feed her child

Or even before the brother hugged his little baby brother, or even before the older mind the smaller or even before they kissed goodbye.

But Qana kills him who kills her. Qana kills the perfidy air force, and the smart bomb,

And the ravening monster in Olmert and George bush and abu lahab and the carrier of fire (Condoleesa rice) and her bloody new Middle East.

Qana kills whim who kills her, when it through Shimon perez into hell in the not-too-distant past and now it destroyed Ehod Olmert. So be diligent and do all you can, for I swear to ALLAH you will not be able to turn our light off; you will never break our will, or even defeat our resistance.

Qana al jalil the cave of our beloved prophet ‘Isa Son of Miriam (also know as Jesus) (pbuh).

Today it is Lebanon, that has won by his resistance against the Zionist terrorist invaders and all who supported them from western government and Arabic dictators.