A haunting image-An Israeli motorist runs down a masked Palestinian youth who was standing among a group of youngsters throwing stones at Israeli cars on October 8, 2010 in the mostly Arab east Jerusalem neighborhood of Silwan.
Revolutionaries Die
There’s a saying that revolutionaries don’t die
We Multiply
But fuck that sick joke its a lie
Watch me as I hang myself from a ceiling fan with a tie
Not that I’ll ever stop fighting
People all over the world are suffering and dying
So I should stop crying
And just be grateful, even if my life isn’t stable
Love and Solidarity from Oakland to Greece
All I want for now is a little bit of love and some peace.
“Protesters set cars alight, hurled cobblestones and beat officers with metal bars. Police retaliated by firing tear gas and striking protesters.”
Anarchist Ecstasy
I wanna dream of you again.
Running through the smoke and flash grenades.
Sweat dripping from under our masks,
As we duck into an alley and make love while the world crumbles around us.
The sound of rubber bullets loudly echoing through the streets,
The sound of police boots marching and the sting of the tear gas floating through the air,
Nothing would draw me away from the desire in your eyes,
The touch of your skin, the feel of adrenaline and endorphins flowing through our bodies,
For now only a distant dream of Anarchist Ecstasy.
