MUHAMMAD OMARUDDIN (DON MATTERA)
A Song for Palestine
Poet’s Message
Observe, O’ Children of Israel,
Your rejected kindred
In Prophet Abraham,
Can wait and yearn, no longer;
Their desperate cries for Statehood
Grow louder, anxious and stronger
Than the pulse that shakes
Their fearless commitment
For Liberation and Humanity;
Echoing from Jerusalem
To the concrete Ghettoes
Of a liberated Johannesburg City;
Yes, from Tel Aviv
To the plains of Timbuktu
From the Streets and Lanes
Of the Mosques of an invaded Gaza
Freedom Now! ... In their life-times,
In yours, Israel, O’ Israel!
And in Ours – Once in Bondage
But not fully freed ...
Palestine, a Love Song ...
These Days,
These terrible times,
When my heart flies slowly
Over the bombarded gates
Of Ancient Gaza,
And I see images
Of blasted children
And, their flaccid mothers
Clutching feeble threads of Hope,
I sing you a Love Song
Of Freedom, Palestine;
A song of Love,
Flying slowly, slowly
Over bombarded gates
Of Gaza ...

I saw a Child ...
I saw a Child
In calico,
Sleeping stiff
On slabs of ice;
Wondering who it was
That chilled the stars
And turned the sunlight
Into snow ...
Yes, I saw
A Child in calico
Sleeping stiff
Somewhere, in burning Gaza ...

Poem for ‘This Child’
Let ‘This Child’s’ bright eyes
Conquer the cold darkness
Shine across the tortured earth
Great pieces of crystal star
To silence the drums of war
Flesh out the bones of hunger
Heal the frightened hearts
Let the voice of bruised innocence
Roll and cleanse every defiled hill
Austere mountain and prostrate lea
The deep, bleeding gorge, pour and fill
With unfettered sounds of joy
The raging river, the writhing sea,
Remove the masks of false pretence
‘This Child’ in a world befuddled,
May sunshine and sweet parenthood,
Clear skies in the crimson East,
Warm the fireplace of your dreams,
And fill your house with love
Make gold the grain of childhood,
Brown the bread for Tomorrow’s feast
Fly on the wings of the wind
And sooth the plaintive pain
Of a world in haste to die
Bring out the living seed again
And where we stand without dignity
And we fall and cry, come ‘This Child’
And plant a New Humanity
Poems and images used by permission of the Don Mattera Legacy Foundation (DMLF). Special thanks to Teddy Mattera.