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So the past couple of days have been strained for me, as they often are. National Memorial Day (for dead soldiers and those killed in terrorist attacks) which is followed directly by Independence Day - I didn't want to write about these days and what they mean and how the Nakba is erased.

Instead I'll post this song by Israeli Anarchist Band Polianna Frank, called Dykes and the Holy War:



Dykes and The Holy War
Suddenly it's: help the struggling people,
Freedom fighters on the run
It's benefits and marches, support the freedom fund
All they see is unjustice of a state that won't let go
Well I agree it must be stopped
But the other side is just as bad, you know

I won't help murderers and rapers,
Struggling to be free
My sisters always pay the price:
They matter more to me than a new born state,
Where men will put us down
I'd rather smash all countries than help to start another one

And I'll beat my own drum
Don't be fooled: I'm not sweet,
I'm a nicely wrapped bomb
All revolutions are alike
None will enter my door
Guess what they'll do to us dykes
When they'll win their holy war

We too are freedom fighters
But we don't carry guns
We won't promise you heaven
With us you're on the run
The only bright future is the one we'll make ourselves
Not another promised people's land
Just a little corner where we're safe

and I'll beat my own drum...

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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