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The Daily Poetry Movement

Earth Defenders often get smeared w/ many labels. It is easy for us (US) to justify our grown men going to war around the globe against little 13 year old boys, we justify this as herorism yet we still must stock pile and test/sell weapons. This man blew the whistle on Israel stockpile of Nuclear weapons. So he is in jail... in solitary confinement! FREE TRE!
Mordechai Vanunu was jailed for treason and espionage after leaking details of Israel's nuclear weapons programme to The Sunday Times. The whistleblower made a great personal sacrifice after he decided to alert the world to the Israeli arsenal. Vanunu has been in jail in Israel since 1986. He was kidnapped by a team working for Mossad, the Israeli secret service. Vanunu spent more than 11 years in solitary confinement and still has more than three years to serve for his revelations about the nuclear plant at Dimona, where he once worked.

Buried Alive
by Mordechai Vanunu

Solitary confinement is living in a grave
to live alone is living with yourself,
speaking to yourself in your mind
remembering yourself in the past,
living the past in the present,
living the past many times.
In the present time you are Dead.
A dead man walking in his grave.
To be alive is to be free.
Here I am a blind man
my eyes, walls, can see
eight years far away from
trees, flowers, sea, women, birds-

Now Iron gates, doors, grills, cement
in this concrete world solidifying me.
Only my mind, my spirit is free---
free to remember why I am in prison
but not prions for my spirit,
they cannot chain my mind.

And I am free to keep my belief
in my action against all psychological
brainwash until I can fly
from this state prison - until
my dead body will rise again
from this tomb
like an agent
who came back from the cold
to serve the world in the war
against nuclear Holocaust,
nuclear proliferation, against
nuclear secrets
to be free
to live
to be alive...

by Mordechai Vanunu
I am the clerk, the technician, the mechanic, the driver.
They said, Do this, do that, don't look left or right,
don't read the text. Don't look at the whole machine. You
are only responsible for this one bolt. For this one rubber-stamp.
This is your only concern. Don't bother with what is above you.
Don't try to think for us. Go on, drive. Keep going. On, on.
So they thought, the big ones, the smart ones, the futurologists.
There is nothing to fear. Not to worry.
Everything's ticking just fine.
Our little clerk is a diligent worker. He's a simple mechanic.
He's a little man.
Little men's ears don't hear, their eyes don't see.
We have heads, they don't.
Answer them, said he to himself, said the little man,
the man with a head of his own. Who is in charge? Who knows
where this train is going?
Where is their head? I too have a head.
Why do I see the whole engine,
Why do I see the precipice--
is there a driver on this train?
The clerk driver technician mechanic looked up.
He stepped back and saw -- what a monster.
Can't believe it. Rubbed his eyes and -- yes,
it's there all right. I'm all right. I do see
the monster. I'm part of the system.
I signed this form. Only now I am reading the rest of it.
This bolt is part of a bomb. This bolt is me. How
did I fail to see, and how do the others go on
fitting bolts. Who else knows?
Who has seen? Who has heard? -- The emperor really is naked.
I see him. Why me? It's not for me. It's too big.
Rise and cry out. Rise and tell the people. You can.
I, the bolt, the technician, mechanic? -- Yes, you.
You are the secret agent of the people. You are the eyes of the nation.
Agent-spy, tell us what you've seen. Tell us what the insiders, the clever ones, have hidden from us.
Without you, there is only the precipice. Only catastrophe.
I have no choice. I'm a little man, a citizen, one of the people,
but I'll do what I have to. I've heard the voice of my conscience
and there's nowhere to hide.
The world is small, small for Big Brother.
I'm on your mission. I'm doing my duty. Take it from me.
Come and see for yourselves. Lighten my burden. Stop the train.
Get off the train. The next stop -- nuclear disaster. The next book,
the next machine. No. There is no such thing.

-written from Ashkelon Prison, Israel
also found on the Mordechai Vanunu Website.


HE FINISHES HIS 18 YEAR SENTENCE APRIL 21, 2004 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
to contact me 02.Apr.2004 02:41

migratory bird


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There will be candlight vigils to celebrate his release. Please set a candle in your window and flowers in the river to guide him home...

How long will we build bastilles and napoleans? How long will we accept the domination of weapons manufactures? How long will we buy there weapons to defend ourselves against them..... We can not fight with their weapons....it is counter productive...

Set the flowers out and feel the sting of injustice... never again...never again....

Stop them now before Tre is taken away from the light for 12 years.....18 years....

Stop the propaganda.... and Free Tre!

Rise up ! Rise up!  migratorybird@risep.net