#FootballsHero Sarsak Song- Loosely adapted from Bob Dylan’s Hurricane ~ by @Talkoholic

By kabarita | June 8, 2012

Moukhamad Sarsak was just 22 years old

when he tried to cross Erez checkpoint

on his way to a match,

a soldier sees his ID

Cries out

“My God  we got a  mevukash  here”
Here comes the story of the Hunger strinking man
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

A football uniform & bal is all  the Soldiers see

yet they are whispering ,moving around mysteriously
“I didn’t do anything ” says Sarsak and he throws up his hands
“I was only going to play football,I hope you understand

“My team is leaving “

he says and he stops

Soldiers say,
“One of us had better call up the OPS”
And so they call the Shin Bet
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing
In the hot Gaza day

Meanwhile far away in another part of Palestine
Shin bet Cheif and a couple of friends are driving around
while Sarsak is postponed
Has no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a soldier pulled him over to the side of the line
Just like the time before and the time before that
In  Palestine that’s just the way things go
If you’re Palestinian you might as well not SHOW up on the street
‘Less you wanna be counted as a terrorist

The Soldiers & Shin Bet had a rap for the courts
They were doing routine check ups when that  wanted guy poped out
They said “I know athletes are all  Islamic Jihads
They jump into a white cars with suspected plates
And  Judge  nodded her head
Human rights groups said

“Wait a minute is that an evidence?”
So they took a paid informant,

a mentally disabled man

or minor as some key source

And though that guy  could hardly see

They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the morning and they haul Sarsak in
Take him to interrogation  and they bring him upstairs
One of the Israelis look him in the  eye
Says “Wha’d you bring him in here for ? He ain’t the guy !”
Yes here comes the story of the Hunger striking man
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three years  later the ghettos are in flame
Sarsak is  on hunger strike fighting for his life
While  IOF still in the land  robbery game
And the IOF  are putting the screws to him looking for something they could blame
“Remember that rocket  that was launched from a far ?”
“Remember you said you saw the getaway car?”
“You think you’d like to play ball with the law ?”
“Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?”
“Don’t forget that you are an unlawful combatant”.

The  military prosecutor says “I’m really not sure”
Shin Bet says “A boy like  you could use his life
We got you for the Islamic Jihad  we’re talking to your friend Palo
Now you don’t wanta have to go  die in jail be a nice fellow
You’ll be doing society a favor
You  sonofabitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put your ass in stir
We want to pin  a suicide bomb on you
you  ain’t no Gentleman Jim”.

Sarsak  could take a goal out with just one kick
But he never did like to talk about that all that much
It’s my work he’d say and I do it for pay
And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Sarsak’s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance
The judge made Sarsak’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to thePalestinianfolks he was just a crazy Gazzan
No one doubted that he carried a gun
And though they could not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did some deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Makhmoud  was never really tried
The crime unlawful combatant.   guess who testified
soldiers & Shin Bet  and they all baldly lied
And the newspapers they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool’s hand ?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Sarsak sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That’s the story of the hunger striking man
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

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