The most gentle
Amongst all honorable
Women
Had a spirit
As dazzling as
The garden of
Eden

A shy smile
A sharp mind
A fervent character
That was hardly
Hidden

Her only weapons were
A determined will
A magnificent presence
A piercing pen

But her departure
was tragic
Heartbreaking
And sudden

A tiny body
Standing before
Oppression and destruction
A bulldozer with a driver
Who was a monstrous fiend

Crushing her tender bones
Her little frame
But not the truths
She tried
To glean

Her last words were
Stop
Do not destroy
Before leaving
The ugly scene

Her courage was
Unique and
Superior
The truest
It’s ever been

O’ Rachel
The martyr
The immortal
The saint
The pious queen

Rest in peace
My dear daughter
Your voice is
Heard aloud
Your mission
Shall go on
All friends have
Already vowed
Peace based on justice
Your beautiful dream
And mine

We shall overcome
They all sing
Evil shall be defeated
Despite the denial of
The official line

Tried vehemently to whitewash
Your blood
But to the conspirators, responsibility
History will surely
Assign

Mom and dad couldn’t
Be more proud
They’ll miss you
Every birthday
On thanksgiving
And Valentine’s

Tears are on every cheek
For a vivid spirit
A bright star
That will forever
Glow and shine

All mothers are
In mourning
Grieving in silence
For the daughter
Of Palestine

*This poem is dedicated to Rachel Corrie, the American martyr who was crushed by an Israeli military bulldozer on March 16, 2003.