Tawfiq Ziad (Arabic: توفيق زيّاد, Hebrew: תאופיק זיאד, also spelt Tawfik Zayyad or Tawfeeq Ziad, 7 May 1929 – 5 July 1994) was a Palestinian politician well known for his "poetry of protest".
Born in the Galilee, Ziad studied literature in USSR. After returning home, he was elected mayor of Nazareth on 9 December 1973, as head of Palestine 48 Rakah, a communist party, a victory that is said to have "surprised and alarmed" Israelis.
Elected to the Knesset in the 1973 elections on Rakah's list, Ziad was active in pressuring the Israeli government to change its policies towards Arabs - both those inside Israel and in the occupied Palestinian territories.... more »
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Tawfiq Zayyad Poems
Here We Will Stay
In Lidda, in Ramla, in the Galilee, we shall remain like a wall upon your chest, and in your throat like a shrad of glass, a cactus thron,
At our ease We take the thread of light From the knots of darkness, Tend the nursery of dreams,
I Call To You All
'I call to you all: I take your hand and hold it tightly.
On The Trunk Of An Olive Tree
I shall carve my story and the chapters of my tragedy, I shall carve my sighs On my grove and on the tombs of my dead; ......I shall carve the number of each deed
With My Teeth
with my teeth I'll protect every inch of my homeland
Galilee 400 Years
The earth is turning the wheel of history is turning
It would be a thousand times easier for you to lead an elephant through the eye of a needle
All I Have
I never carried a rifle On my shoulder Or pulled a trigger. All I have
When they ran over her, the mulberry tree said: 'Do what you wish, but remember
But they know that my country has known a thousand conquerors and they know that the thousand
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Here We Will Stay
In Lidda, in Ramla, in the Galilee,
we shall remain
like a wall upon your chest,
and in your throat
like a shrad of glass,
a cactus thron,
and in your eyes
We shall remain
a wall upon your chest,
clean dishes in your restaurants,
serve drinks in your bars,
sweep the floors of your kitchens
to snatch a bite for our children
from your blue fangs.
Here we shall stay,
sing our songs,
take to the angry streets,
fill prisons with dignity.
In Lidda, in Ramla, in the galilee,
we shall remain,
guard the shade of the fig