last words of the unarmed

on most nights

if you listen close enough

you can hear the echoes of the last words of the unarmed

whose names reverberate the chants of movements

that mattered long before they were cool


i stand on the shoulders of giants and freedom fighters

from bds to black lives matter

born of legacies before my time:

civil rights, decolonization and anti-imperialist struggle


are the reasons we kneel

  we bow

            prostrating

              before god

we the people

from ferguson to gaza

south africa to kashmir


take up our grief in the streets 

light the establishment on fire 

with our fury


shout prayers into the night skies

wage a holy war against a system that claims to 

serve and protect 


the

people 

         over profits

has always been profits 

                             over people


you say they’re just a few bad apples

but how could that be 

when one is known to spoil the bunch

and the rotten fruit kills 


don't be deceived 

you see

george zimmerman, darren wilson, and amy cooper

were deliberately placed there


like a perfect game of chess

strategic and intricate 

in design 


to keep the emmett tills 

and trayvon martins of this world 

in their place


i can’t breathe

birthed a national slogan 

in legacy and death


say his name

no justice, no peace 


#ericgarner 


left for dead on the scorching pavement in july 

fo(u)r hours 

hands up, don’t shoot


say his name

no justice, no peace


#mikebrown 


failing to signal

is not a death sentence 

but apparently sleeping in your home is


say her name 

no justice, no peace


#sandrabland 


#breonnataylor


mental illness 

is not a crime 

and a child’s imagination 

wielding nothing but creative playtime energy 

is not a threat 


say his name 

no justice, no peace


#abdirahmanabdi 


#tamirrice 


if taking a knee

makes you a patriot

then what does it make you when you kneel for...

8 minutes and 47 seconds

on our necks?


#georgefloyd 


takes the world by storm

all smoke and mirrors, 

no fire this time


say his name

no justice, no peace 


more than 2000 still missing 

and murdered 


never forget

#tinafontaine was only fifteen 

verdict of yet another white, male assailant: 

not guilty 


say their names

no justice, no peace 


#nomorestolensisters

     

there is no just-is

when the ahed tamimis stand defiant 

against the unwelcomed presence of idf soldiers 

at the doorsteps of their homes 


brave and steadfast

feet planted, palms shaking 

they strike blows in the face of zionist invasion 

and resist the plunder of their birthright to exist 


i once heard that real justice is what love looks like in public 

it’s #rachelcorrie 

rising from the rubble in rafah


her memory bigger than 

a fleeting moment 

 of solidarity 


before the bulldozer that demolished homes

and dreams 

and the barrier between two worlds 


the privileged, the american 

 and the underclass

the occupied 

the marginalized 


she knew this well 

before she died,

she wrote:


“i have a home.

 i am allowed to go see the ocean”


spineless political class of the 1%

lie to us between their teeth

with clenched fists behind their backs


and media moguls spin a narrative 

where muslim is synonymous with terrorist

black with criminal

mexican with illegal 


our protesting becomes looting 

and they claim israeli airstrikes are in self defense 

against hamas rockets


we are the collateral damage

that no one cares to fit into sound bites 

memorializing through hashtags

will not bring them back 


whiteness reigns supreme

claims colour blindness as alibi 

while bombs rain down on baghdad 


and chokeholds tighten around the hearts 

of childless mothers

everywhere 


on most nights 

when i shut my eyes tight

transported into the belly of the underworld


i imagine

an alternate universe 

where the echoes of the last words of the unarmed

reverberate a promise 


handwritten from the future 

sealed and signed 

by working class poets, artists, thinkers and healers


whisper,

we've already won.


lh

feb 2021


Leena Halees

(she/they) is a queer Palestinian human rights activist and emerging poet. As a member of the Legal Unit department, she works for a national Indigenous-led organization that advocates for Indigenous women, girls, and gender-diverse people's rights. In her spare time, she enjoys going for runs, reading non-fiction, writing and performing poetry, and exploring new cities around the world. She currently resides in Tkaronto.

Instagram: leenahalees

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