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editorial
IMRAAN COOVADIA
Living with sorcerers
ZEINAB SHAATH
The Urgent Call of Palestine
ALLAN BOESAK
“HOW LONG FOR PALESTINE?”
MAKHOSINI MGITYWA
The Crux of the Matter
MALAIKA MAHLATSI
On the genocide in Palestine and the death of academic freedom and democracy in Western universities
BRANKO MARCETIC
Israel’s Gaza War Is One of History’s Worst Crimes Ever
CHRIS HEDGES
American Sadism
ARYAN KAGANOF
On Power and Powerlessness: Genocide in Gaza Through the Lens of Afropessimism and Decay Studies
MICHAEL SFARD
We Israelis Are Part of a Mafia Crime Family. It's Our Job to Fight Against It From Within
Theme Gaza
ZEENAT ADAM
Gaza and the Graveyard of Excuses
MAHMOUD AL SHABRAWI
Writing Between Fear and Survival
GOODENOUGH MASHEGO
Why I can’t condemn October 7
GARTH ERASMUS
Lamentations for GAZA
SALIM VALLY and ROSHAN DADOO
Africa’s strong bonds to Palestine
ZUKISWA WANNER
A Common Humanity
MUHAMMAD OMARUDDIN (DON MATTERA)
A Song for Palestine
TSHEPO MADLINGOZI
Ilizwe Lifile/Nakba: Le-fatshe & Crises of Constitution in (Neo)Settler Colonies
SINDRE BANGSTAD
Palestine, Israel and academic freedom in South Africa
GWEN ANSELL
Resistance music – a mirror reflecting truth; a hammer forging solidarity
FMFP (FREE MUSIC FREE PALESTINE)
Listening as an anti-colonial way of engaging
ATIYYAH KHAN
A movement against silencing: What the genocide in Palestine has taught us about journalism
ASHRAF HENDRICKS
Visual Memoirs of Solidarity with Palestine in Cape Town
ATIYYAH KHAN
GAZA: Where wearing a PRESS vest is a death sentence
VISUAL INTIFADA
NARRATIVE REPAIR
SHARI MALULEKE
A Prayer to the Olive Tree
THANDI GAMEDZE
Jesus of Occupied Palestine
NATHI NGUBANE
MALCOLM X IN GAZA
MARIAM JOOMA ÇARIKCI
The dark side of the rainbow: How Apartheid South Africa and Zionism found comfort in post-94 rhetoric
CRAIG MOKHIBER
The ICJ finds that BDS is not merely a right, but an obligation
ROSHAN DADOO
South African coal fuels a genocide: BOYCOTT GLENCORE NOW
IMĀN ZANELE OMAR
From the ground
DEAN HUTTON
Who would you be under Apartheid?
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SÍONA O’CONNELL
Keys to Nowhere
SAMAR HUSSAINI
The Palette of Tradition and other, earlier works
SLOVO MAMPHAGA
Chronology of the Now
DEON MAAS
The Resistance
OLU OGUIBE
A Brief Statement on Art and Genocide
CANDICE BREITZ
8 may 2025 Berlin
ADLI YACUBI
A Moment Is On Its Way
TRACEY ROSE
If Hitler Was A Girl Who Went To Art School (2024-2025)
borborygmus
CHARLES LEONARD
Zeinab Shaath : the famous Teta
THE ALDANO COLLECTIVE
Withold
DIMA ORSHO
Excerpts from Half Moon, a film by Frank Scheffer
GARTH ERASMUS
Where is God?
LOWKEY FEATURING MAI KHALIL
Palestine Will Never Die
CHRIS THURMAN
Intertexts for Gaza (or, Thirteen ways of looking past a genocide)
KEENAN AHRENDS
The Wandering Dancer
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
‘D’ is vi destruction
INSURRECTIONS ENSEMBLE
Let Me Lie To You
RODRIGO KARMY BOLTON
Palestine’s Lessons for the Left: Theses for a Poetics of the Earth
MARYAM ABBASI
Drums, Incense, and the Unseen
frictions
HIBA ABU NADA
Not Just Passing
NICHOLAS MIRZOEFF
The Visible and the Unspeakable (For Mahmoud Khalil)
MPHUTLANE WA BOFELO
Before You Kill Them
ABIGAIL GEORGE
4 Struggle Songs for Palestine
MIKE VAN GRAAN
4 Poems for Gaza
EUGENE SKEEF
To The Demise of War Mongers (a suite for the people of GAZA).
ALLAN KOLSKI HORWITZ
Gaza: two poems
MALIKA LUEEN NDLOVU
At the end of a thread, holding my breath, beading
NGOMA HILL
From the River to the Sea
JESÚS SEPÚLVEDA
Gaza 2024
ARYAN KAGANOF
GAZA (body double)
VONANI BILA
Under Rubble
JACKSON MAC LOWE
Social Significance
FRANK MEINTJIES
5 poems from A Place to night in
DIANA FERRUS
Burdened man
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FINN DANIELS-YEOMANS
‘If Cannes did not want to go to Gaza, Gaza had to go to Cannes’: Institutional Censorship at Film Festivals post-October 7.
FRANK MEINTJIES
Abigail George’s SONGS FOR PALESTINE - "struggle poems" in an age of livestreamed genocicde
PHILLIPPA YAA DE VILLIERS
ukuphelezela and Nida Younis’ Two Bodies/Zwei Korper
RUTH MARGALIT
Writing the Nakba in Hebrew
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
Ons is gevangenes van dit wat ons liefhet: Magmoed Darwiesj gedigte in Afrikaans
HEIN WILLEMSE
Frank Meintjies: a mature poet, intellectually astute with a refined social, political and ecological consciousness
M. SOGA MLANDU
'Tell Them I Am Dead’: Sithembele Isaac Xhegwana’s Dark Lines of History
NIKLAS ZIMMER
Détourning the cut
ekaya
LYNTHIA JULIUS
I believe the children for the future
JENNIFER KESTIS FERGUSON
Nikita
CHERYL DAMON
No Ordinary Rage
SKHUMBUZO PHAKATHI
Don’t forget Phila Ndwandwe
INGRID ORIT HURWITZ
SHATTERED
STEVEN ROBINS
The blindspots of Zionist history and the ‘ancient scripts’ of primordial Jewish victimhood
LIESL JOBSON
Sorrowful Mysteries
herri
Towards a Preliminary Archaeology of herri
off the record
STEPHEN CLINGMAN
The Voices in My Head: Reflections on South Africa, Israel, Palestine, Gaza
ANNI KANAFANI
Ghassan Kanafani
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STEVEN ROBINS
Re-reading Jabotinsky’s The Iron Wall in the time of genocide in Gaza.
JANNIKE BERGH in conversation with HAIDAR EID
Even Ghosts Weep in Gaza
ASHRAF KAGEE
Three friends in Gaza
AMIRA HASS
"Resist the Normalization of Evil": On Palestine and Journalism
GEORGE KING
Fields, Forests and Fakery: ‘Green Colonialism’ in Palestine
HEIDI GRUNEBAUM
The Village Under the Forest
MEIR KAHANE
Jewish Terror: A JEWISH STATE VERSUS WESTERN DEMOCRACY
FRANK ARMSTRONG
Ireland and Palestine: A Crucial Vote Awaits
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The Siege of Gaza 332 BC
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FRANK MEINTJIES

Abigail George’s SONGS FOR PALESTINE - "struggle poems" in an age of livestreamed genocicde

Poetry has its own place in the world, along with its own tools and devices. These are not a closed set but include aspects such as form, the use of language, and— in the framing I use in my poetry workshops— the skillful combining of structure, sound, and meaning.

What happens when poetry is harnessed to directly aid a cause, to support a movement, or to speak out on an issue? Not always, but often, poetry struggles when it is harnessed to more direct purposes — for example, when it serves as a vehicle to deliver calls to action or to speak out against acts of social injustice.

Not only is it difficult to write such poetry (because one must struggle to ensure the message does not suffocate the aesthetic means needed to effectively carry the message), but penning such work also opens the poet to criticism. On the one hand, alongside bona fide criticism related to the quality of their work, the poet knows they will receive extra scrutiny precisely because their work, when used as part of transformative arts practice, can be said to “unsettle unjust orders [and] inspire new visions”[1]LeBaron, cited in STIAS, 2018.

On the other hand, poets who engage with political themes often face rigorous critique from critics who regard themselves—or are regarded—as custodians of the genre and defenders of aesthetic principles, and who generally take issue with political themes in poetry. One of the latter has been Njabulo Ndebele, who, from 1984 onward[2]Sole 2005, criticised struggle poetry and who, examining the work of anti-apartheid writers, famously asserted: “We must not pamphleteer the future. Nor should we pamphleteer the past.”[3]Ndebele 2006: 152 He cautioned South African writers that, in their quest “to recreate the entire social order, we must avoid the way of the manipulative pamphlet.”[4]Ndebele 1987:152

Others, ones who were not writing from within the anti-apartheid cultural movement, have also weighed in on this issue. Douglas Skinner, for example, examining a 153-page anthology featuring 23 South African writers, meditated on “what poetry ought to be about and how it should be written.”[5]Skinner 1997:197 He bemoaned “the corrosive effects of political determinism on art.”[6]Skinner 1997:197 While acknowledging “the essential gesture, (namely) an extension of poetic range by the inclusion of new voices,” he questioned the inclusion of all but a handful of writers in the collection. “Not that everyone shouldn’t write – they should…. But calling oneself a poet does not make it so.”[7]Skinner 1997:94 Clearly, Douglas and others are skeptical about using poetry, at least in more direct ways, for social change.

These remarks, taken as a broad framing for this review, are occasioned in general through considering Abigail George’s offering but also by George’s reference, in the title, to her anthology as “struggle poems”.

The lines in this collection articulate a depth of emotions, and often these are starkly conveyed. In It is time for me to hide now, George notes that “the dead are everywhere” and highlights the reaction of the poet:

Something in me
is so wounded.
Who knew genocide
could taste so bitter.

At times, the intensity of what is being witnessed appears to propel the lines into the prosaic. The poet writes that “There are/ no more trees in Gaza. There are/ only refugees in Palestine and dead/ children lying in unmarked graves” (Antigone …).

Although calls to action at the end of poems typically work well in spoken word settings, they fall flat in written work and issue-based anthologies. They are redundant. The book itself is a call to action, and may mostly be bought by the converted, anyway.

In It’s time for me to hide now, however, George handles the matter deftly. She asserts, “It is time to say/ good night to war/ and wake up to peace … It is time to find new poets.”

The endings of several poems are less successful, leaning towards the banal and sentimental, whereas, in the context of genocide, anger may be a more appropriate response. This is the case where the poet implores God: “Look at the sadness in my eyes/ Let the sun and grass grow in every soldier’s / heart. Let every soldier on both sides hear a / child’s laughter in the barrel of the gun” (God, why are you …?).

In some of the poetry, the poet refers to her own experience – the impact of the killings in Gaza on her. “I close my eyes/and feel the fall of empires around me … Smoke/ Bombs/ Shelling,” she writes in I saw Anna Akhmatova in a dream. In another, she adds: “My face is now empty, made up/ of lonely nights, Palestinian-Israeli/ conflict, the ball found in a refugee/ camp. I wake, get out of bed. Barefoot / I walk to the kitchen.” The centrifugal point of the poems is here, not over there. Many readers will likely relate to such lines.

In an age of livestreamed genocide, such lines are authentic, even as we have to continuously remind ourselves that the toll on the onlooker is infinitely dwarfed by the horror of what Palestinians are experiencing in Gaza.

Sometimes the poet takes you into her world through stream-of-consciousness contemplation: “Thank you for suffering/ I’ve been through so much myself this year/Thank you for pain /my heart is a survivor … Thank you for this year, however/ it was sad, long and exhausting / and I am glad it’s nearly over” (Dear God,) These lines convey the sense of a mingling of day-to-day experiences with reflections on atrocities in Gaza.

In a similar vein, the poetry is also engaging when it explores grief. It foregrounds for the reader “this grief, this sun, the/melancholy that runs through each vein /to my heart, to all the organs in my body” (I taste Kafka …). A key focus in this poem is “depression [that] has turned me into a/ zombie.”

Some of the entries read like musings in a diary or random reflections, possibly triggered by a particular occurrence at a specific moment. The poet bemoans the fact that “There are no more trees in/Gaza, no more oranges. It is a city in ruins.” And wonders “What/ happened to the dogs”, “what happened to the ghosts?” (The very loud death of Gaza). Or sometimes it seems to be sparked by an overwhelming thought: “The streets are dead/ Gaza is dead/ Memory has been stoned to death/It’s buried under the rubble/ The children are dead/ The chickens are all dead/ Their heads buried in sand.” These lines, from Open your eyes, a genocide is taking place, convey the horror of daily and ubiquitous IDF killings in Gaza, the sense of killing fields, but may also be a reference to the spreading deadness in the millions of us observing this through the images daily beamed at us.

In several of the poems, the poet appears to strive for an equivalence. She writes that “I am writing for all/ the Palestinian poets/…/but I’m writing for Israel/ for Israeli poets too/ In war no one wins/ I want you to remember that.” On the one hand, it’s notable that, speaking from Archbishop Tutu’s South Africa, George has a heart for all. There is always space to consider the other side, the beneficiaries of repressive systems. At the same time, Palestinian poets are dying in large numbers. They have also penned powerfully evocative lines in response to genocide and, from the work I’ve seen, their work will stand as a literary testament well into the future. This kind of equivalence is not the way to honour them. By all means, pray for “both sides” (a term George uses in several poems), but shouldn’t your prayer for each be different? In this regard, I found myself wondering if George is getting into what Terry Eagleton, referring to British writers like the late Martin Amis, called a moral quagmire.

In a similar vein, and with striving for even-handedness, in So Now What,George writes:

I write a letter to God and put it inside a poem.
At night I pray for Israel too, because in war nobody wins.
I pray for soldiers on both sides.

Examining this poem, one is left with a similar uneasiness. Within the South African context, expressing concern for civilians on both sides and possibilities for the integration of perpetrators are widely accepted.

However, in a moral framework – one that opposes wanton violence against civilians – and in line with Tutu’s and Allan Boesak’s Contextual Theology, fervent implementors of repression must be actively resisted.

The question of reintegration arises only after the primacy of justice and peace has been restored. The poem’s lines may lack moral clarity, yet they may reflect the poet’s hopes for a future where peace and an end to occupation are possible.

Midway through the collection, the author inserts a two-page-long prose piece in which she states:

Perhaps I don’t really understand what’s going on from a historical viewpoint but mustn’t there be peace and isn’t murder a crime? Isn’t what is going on a crime against humanity? I am thinking of Israel and Palestine and what makes sense is having a ceasefire now not later than tomorrow. It is a form of insanity to live in the past. Better a ceasefire now than never. (Ten years from now …) [Punctuation as in text].

In this piece, George continues to make links between her loneliness and what she terms the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. The passage conveys moral outrage at the killing on the scale seen in Gaza, but it also reveals gaps in her understanding. For example, she yearns for a ceasefire. However, although necessary and urgent, a ceasefire is inadequate – a just settlement, freedom for Palestinians, and compliance with international anti-Apartheid conventions are required.

Many social justice campaigners will also emphasize the need for accountability for the genocide. However, George’s voice is most strident in calling for peace, and this text does not address issues such as accountability and an end to impunity. Her main impetus, alongside the appeal for a truce, appears to be to care and a desire to connect with Palestinians. Describing herself in Ten years from now as “a poet far away from the danger of war, a poet who is trying to behave as if conflict were normal, as if their home life were not dysfunctional,” she feels a compelling urge to “reach them” [a reference to the Palestinian people] in a gesture of support.

While working on this review, I received a message in one of the WhatsApp groups I’m part of—lines from activist and poet Sunny Morgan: “Oh spare me another petition/ Rather give me ammunition / Something to blow up/ So I don’t have to see another emaciated child/ Or a mother who lost her mind.” (Untitled but tagged as “Day 679 of the Genocide”).  For many, such forceful language feels fitting, especially as the IDF’s murderous attacks on children and aid-seekers continue. This – a more uncompromising tone – is not George’s style.

George suggests that through creating this collection, she can find meaning and face the future:

Without this war, this Israeli-Palestinian conflict, I don’t know who I am, what meaning can I represent to marginalised citizens, disenfranchised inhabitants if I don’t write poetry to reach them. (Ten years from now …)

It is commendable that George, in one or two poems, references Gaza poets and pays homage to “every slain poet” (Nusayba Alareer). It is fitting that she signals, albeit in a small way, that writing such as hers on Palestine only complements the works of Palestinian poets. The Palestinian poets’ creative writings are the lodestars: in addition to their artistic incisiveness and anti-colonial content, they help shape cultural narratives about the region. They further draw from the land and its heritage and envision a free Palestine in ways that only they can.

For Refaat Alareer, she writes that “I thought of … the last dead body you saw, the/ last book you opened, the last time you/ saw your family, your wife and children”. In the poem Nusayba Alareer, dedicated to the slain poet’s wife, she invokes the names of Omar Abu Shaweesh and Yousef Dawas, almost trying to summon their spirits. “You [Alareer], every martyr, come to me/ … / come to me in a dream,” the lines implore.

Written from South Africa and from the standpoint of someone dealing with loneliness, this collection holds together and makes for an engaging read. It adds value as a work of art and in terms of adding a voice of deep concern or outrage about the mass killings in Gaza.

Bibliography

Eagleton, Terry. 2003. The Liberal Complacency of Martin Amis. Unherd Magazine, May 2003, London.

Ndebele, Njabulo. 2006. Against Pamphleteering the Future. Rediscovery of the Ordinary: Essays on South African Literature and Culture. UKZN Press, 2006, pp. 141–153.

Sole, Kelwyn. 2005. The Deep Thoughts the One in Need Falls Into: Quotidian Experience and the Perspectives of Poetry in Postliberation South Africa. Postcolonial Studies and Beyond, edited by Ania Loomba, Suvir Kaul, Matti Bunzl, Antoinette Burton, and Jed Esty, New York, USA: Duke University Press, 2005, pp. 182-205.

Skinner, Douglas Reid. 1994. South Africa–Essential Things: An Anthology of New South African Poetry edited by Andries Walter Oliphant. World Literature Today, 68(1), 197.

Stellenbosch Institute for Advanced Study (STIAS). 2018. Changing our Worlds – new publication in the STIAS Series. [online] [Accessed 17 Aug. 2025].

Notes
1. ↑ LeBaron, cited in STIAS, 2018
2. ↑ Sole 2005
3. ↑ Ndebele 2006: 152
4. ↑ Ndebele 1987:152
5. ↑ Skinner 1997:197
6. ↑ Skinner 1997:197
7. ↑ Skinner 1997:94
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