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Mahmoud Darwish: Identity CARD Record! I am an Arab, And my identity card is number, fifty thousand, I have eight children, And the ninth is coming after a summer, Will you be angry? Record! I am an Arab Employed with fellow workers at a quarry I have eight children I get them bread Garments and books from the rocks . . . I do not supplicate for charity at your doors Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber So will you be angry? Record! I am an Arab I have a name without a title Patient in a country where people are enraged My roots Were entrenched before the birth of of time And before the opening of the eras Before the pines, and the olive trees And before the grass grew. My father . . . descends from the familiy of the plough not from the privileged class And my grandfather . . . was a farmer Neither well-bred, nor well-born! Teaches me the pride of the sun Before teaching me how to read And my house is like a watchman\'s hut Made of branches and cane Are you satisfide with my status? I have a name without a title! Record! I am an Arab You have stolen the orchrds of my ancestors And the land which I cultivated Along with my childeren And you left nothing for us Expect for these rocks . . . So will the State take them As it has been said?! Therefore! Record on the top of the first page: I do not hate people Nor do I encroach But if I become hungry The usurper\'s flesh will be my food Beware . . . Beware . . . Of my hunger And my Anger! Mahmoud Darwish Mahmoud Darwish  |
Nummer 21
Frantz Fanon (1925 – 2005)
