Ever wonder what happens if one day they switched the Wheels of Fortune into the wheels of memory, with the host announcing, look folks today we play a new game, call it sympathy game, here is how it goes. You each select a name from this list on the screen, it’s Gaza casualty list, and then learn all there is to know about your new identity. Let me give you an example.
Sadeel Ghasan, a 15 year old from the Jenin refugee camp. Her parents came from Al-Kabri overrun in 1948 fearing a massacre.
Sadeel had three siblings, only one left now, Mahmoud 8, old enough to know Sadeel was an angel, excelled in volleyball and marth, that her head was crushed. They’re still collecting pieces of their parents, also killed by tank fire.
So, here’s the game. When I point at you, stand and say I ‘m a Palestinian, my name is Sadeel, I used to have a fair full of hair and am headless now. No, I did not die by natural causes. I now live in someone’s memory, it’s warm and cozy, and am thrilled to know one day they’ll bring the tank commander to justice for his atrocities.
My friends, we have to keep breaking the chains until the gate opens
Categories:
marth, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
The small print on my facecloth said Marth Stewart.
-But I knew what it meant-
Categories:
marth, celebrity, sexy,
Form: Quatrain
Molten gold glistening among the priceless, fathomless dragon lair
Born of crystallized dragon riders, Ariennada knew to love them and to care
They nurtured her in their olden ancient ways
She who had birthed herself, in their cave of clays
She reached an age where the secrets in her heart
Born of her parents’, handed down from Knight of Marth,
Made mystical magical sense, and showed her the path
She raised her own dragon, and he taught her his wrath
Ariennada, a prophetess, born from Queen Elise’s womb,
Stone-cold in her determination to dispel all gloom
Led the dragons to a place, far away from battles they did not like
She was their princess, their queen, a full-grown dragon faerie delight
One dragon, Old Manster was in love with her, but he kept it quiet
For the others were too, and there would have been a riot.
Molten gold glistening among the priceless, fathomless dragon lair
Born of crystallized dragon riders, Ariennada knew to love them, and to care.
Categories:
marth, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme