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To: Road Walker who wrote (298743)	8/7/2006 9:38:10 PM
From: steve harris	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1577967

just for you and ted, from ted's favorite website.. A love poem to Hezbollah commondreams.org So, to Hizbullah, I offer this poem. I Don’t Want to Love You, But I Do You were born out of death to a life in a cage Where bombs are not the only reason people die Fed by the violence of hunger and homelessness Raised by colonialism Your heart and your will still grew strong You scare me Not just because they tell me to be scared Not just because they repeat, repeat, repeat The story of 1983 Begging me to understand Americans are worth more than Lebanese Why do they never tell me about Jihad al Bina That you have created so much Saved so many lives Improved so many more It scares me When I admit to myself That I would be more scared without you If I still took the time to see To see the violence that does not just fall from the skies that exists in hunger and homelessness in colonialism It scares me That my hope is tangled up In actions I would never want to commit But I don’t sleep much these days And I’ve tried hard But I haven’t found Anything to give me hope that they will listen They repeat, repeat, repeat The story of Gaza withdrawal Hoping we won’t see The violence that continues That kills in so many ways Hoping we will now support it Or at least stop looking They insist talk does not work When there is no one to talk to It is hard to find an interlocutor When you’re not willing to listen To see To feel How do you keep faith that talk will work When even they are insisting it won’t? I am learning to have hope in you I am learning to see you as so much more Than those actions I would never want to commit You amaze me. Born out of death to a life in a cage Raised by colonialism You did not accept imprisonment as natural You did not accept hunger as justice You did not accept the ceaseless killing in so many ways Of those next to you Or those farther away I love you But I will never be yours I don’t want you inside me You are too male for me And I cannot, gratefully, fully silence the voice that insists: Some deaths you did accept Including of some who were listening That is why the full statement that the question-marks pry me with reads: It is sad, but I’m learning to have hope in Hizbulla Maybe it is the naivety of one whose life has never been directly threatened I still believe: Be the change you want to see in the world. Cecilia Lucas is a graduate student at University of California, Berkeley. Email to: cecilialucas@gmail.com