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Chicago's 4 Seasons to Rafah and Darfur

By Sam Hamod

May 30, 2004

 

This morning, in California

We are being served up

The Travel Channel, talking

Of the 4 Seasons Hotel in Chicago,

Where the hostess is speaking of

caviar facials” and “rose petal pedicures,”

and going out to “see the Cubs

at beautiful Wrigley Field,”

 

 While

in Rafah, the refugees who

have been bombed by American made

F16s and Apache helicopters, are

Refugees from their own Refugee Camp,

Destroyed for the past 6 days

By Israeli tanks and bulldozers,  are

Now barely scraping by

In the quickly donated UN tents, their

Temporary cement block homes

Razed to the ground, their water

Gone, their food

Gone, 

Even their little zoo

Smashed, the animals killed and

Sent fleeing, while old women look

For photos in the rubble, and

Men shake their heads in

Disbelief, and Mohammed Juma

Holds the wounded raccoon in his

Arms, asking, “Why they do this?

What the zoo do to Israel?

What?”

 

At the 4 Seasons, there is a teapot

That can brew tea in 3 different ways,

Mid, strong and stronger—something unique

For what is called a “proper British tea”

There is no mention of the world outside

These plush and luxurious rooms, no thought

Of roaches and food banks running dry on the

South Side of Chicago, no mention or thought

About this contradictory

City, and the world news

That cries out for solutions, for

Aid, for monies that are being spent

To build more palaces like the 4 Seasons

 

In Darfur, Sudanese are

Strung out on the

Long lined roads to Chad,

Carrying sacks with

What is left of their lives,

Rationing what little water

They have, breaking off the

Dried, hardened bread, that

Must hold them against

The gnawing hunger

For more days, days

Without end, with hopes

For better in Chad

 

Meanwhile, in Washington, DC

President Bush is polishing off

His latest attempt at solving

The problem he created in Iraq, a

Problem that has bedeviled him

For over a year, Palestine is getting

Worse, the Africans are after him

For more aid—confused,

He has begun to wonder

Was it God or the devil who

Spoke with him, to

Invade Iraq—he lingers, then

Moves on, he has to find a way out,

He has to keep speaking, as if he has

A plan, hoping he can get away

With it, just like he did last year…

 

 

In Rafah, Abu Musa asks a reporter,

“Why Bush he tell Sharon is o.k. to kill us?

Why Bush he’s not stop Sharon?

Why Bush he’s give Sharon planes to bomb us?”

The British reporter turns away, wordless—

 

In Darfur, Im Fatma still clutches the

Only picture she’s ever had of her

3 year old, from the UN aide

taken a month before she starved

 

for these things

there are no words

 

 
Earth, a planet hungry for peace

 

The Israeli apartheid (security) wall around Palestinian population centers (Ran Cohen, pmc, 5/24/03).

 

The Israeli apartheid (security) wall around Palestinian population centers in the West Bank, like a Python. (Alquds,10/25/03).

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