paroles de chanson We Remain Human - Roger Waters

19th January, 2009.
The living and the dead.
In Gaza, only the dead have seen the end of war.
For the living,
No ceasefire can make up for the daily
Battle of the constant quest for survival.
They have no running water, gas, electrical power,
And no bread and milk with which to feed their children.
Thousands of people have lost their homes.
Humanitarian aid seeps through the passes in drips and drabs,
And you get the feeling that the benevolence
Of the killers' accomplices is only temporary.
Tomorrow, Ban Ki-Moon,
The UN's Secretary General will travel to Gaza,
And we're pretty sure that John Ging,
Chief of the Palestinian Refugees' Agency,
Will have many stories to tell him after Israel bombed two UN
Schools, assassinated 4 of their workers,
Bombed and destroyed the UNRWA centre in Gaza City (which reduced
Tons of medicine and food supplies destined for
The civilian population to ashes in the process)
Gaza's mountains of rubble continue
To spit corpses back up to the surface.
Yesterday, in Jabalia, Tal el Hawa in Gaza City and Zaitun,
The Red Crescent paramedics, with some help from the ISM volunteers,
Have pulled out 95 corpses from the ruins,
Many of which are in an advanced state of decay.
Walking through the streets of the city and no longer feeling
Constantly terrified by the thought of a bomb surgically aimed to
Decapitate me, I still tremble at the sight of stray dogs gathering
In a circle,
Imagining what could reveal itself before my eyes as their meal.
The relieved men go back to hang out in their mosques and
Cafés, but their attitude of feigned normalcy is easy to detect.
Many of them have lost a relative or have nowhere to live
They pretend to go back to their everyday routine to boost their
Wives and children's moral - somehow,
Even this catastrophe must be dealt with.
This morning we drove with some ambulances to the most
Devastated neighbourhoods in the city, Tal el Hawa and Zaitun.
Questionnaire in hand,
We went door to door and compiling a survey of the damage suffered by
The buildings, and wrote down the families' most urgent
Requirements: medicine for the sick and elderly, rice,
Oil and flour, basically the essentials to feed themselves.
All that we've been able to give them so far are metres of nylon,
To be used in lieu of their
Shattered windowpanes to block out the cold
ISM colleagues in Rafah informed me that the municipality has handed
Out a few thousand dollars - mere pennies - to the families who've
Had their houses completely razed to the ground by the bombs,
The very same that according to Israel,
Had been dropped to destroy the tunnels.
After the end of the conflict with Lebanon,
Hezbollah donated millions of dollars in
Cheques, to refund the homeless Lebanese citizens.
In Gaza, embargoed and under siege,
Hamas is barely able to refund its people with what "will scarcely
Be enough to rebuild a barn for
Livestock", says Khaled, a Rafah farmer
The truce is unilateral,
Hence Israel unilaterally decides not to respect it.
Khan Yunos, a Palestinian boy,
Was killed yesterday, and another was injured.
East of Gaza helicopters have showered a
Residential area with white phosphorous.
The same happened in Jabalia.
In Khann Younis today,
The war ships fired their cannons at an
Open plain, thankfully without harming anyone.
But while I write, the news of storming tanks has just reached me.
We're not aware of any Palestinian
Rockets having been fired in the last 24 hours
International journalists are clamouring for news all
Along the Strip, as they only managed to get in today.
Israel granted them a pass only now that the massacre is winding down.
Standing by the blackened skeleton of what remains of Al Quds
Hospital in Gaza City,
An astonished BBC reporter asked me how the army could
Possibly have swapped the building for a terrorists' den
I said: "
For the very same reason that children running away from a burning
Building were put in sight of the snipers on the roofs,
Who don't hesitate to kill them,
Spreading their grey matter all over the
Road", the journalist furrowed his brow further.
The enormous difference between us eye-witnesses and first-hand
Victims of the massacre,
And those who hear about it through
Our stories, is now further highlighted.
From Rome I'm told that the EU intends to freeze the funds
Assigned for the reconstruction of
Gaza as long as it's governed by Hamas.
The European Commissioner for External Relations,
Benita Ferrero-Waldner, has made her point clear on this score.
Quote: "
The aid for the reconstruction of the Strip",
Stated the European diplomat,
"Will only arrive if Palestinian President Abu Mazen will
Once again re-establish his authority over the territory."
For Gaza's Palestinians this is an explicit invitation
From the outside to engage in civil war, or in a coup d'état.
It's equivalent to legitimising the massacre of 410 children,
Who died because their parents chose
Democracy and freely elected Hamas. "
The EU is diligently echoing the criminal
Policy of collective punishment imposed by Israel.
Why not entrust the funds to the UN?
Or some governmental organisation?" "
The Unites States are free to elect a war-monger like Bush,
Israel can choose leaders with bloodied hands like Sharon or
Netanyahu, but we, the people of Gaza, aren't free to chose Hamas...
", suggested Mohamed,
A human rights activist who never
Voted for the Islamic movement himself.
I have no arguments to contradict him
The surviving Palestinians learn from their dead;
They learn to live while dying, right from the tenderest age.
Truce after truce, the general perception here is that of a macabre
Pause between one massacre and another during which
To count the dead, and peace has never felt so elusive.
Scouring Gaza City on board an ambulance with the siren switched off
For once, the war is still everywhere,
Among the ruins of a city robbed of its smiles and now populated only
By frightened gazes,
Eyes that insist upon scanning the sky
For planes still endlessly flying overhead.
Inside a home we visited with some
Paramedics, I noticed some pastel drawings on the floor.
It was clearly a child's hand that had
Abandoned them after evacuating the house in a mad rush.
I picked one of them up - tanks, helicopters and a body in pieces.
In the middle of the drawing a child with a stone had succeeded in
Reaching the sun's height and was
Damaging one of the flying death machines.
It's been said that in a child's drawing,
The sun represents their desire to be, to exist.
The sun I saw was crying tears of blood in red pastel.
Is a unilateral ceasefire enough to heal such traumas?
Stay human