Dreams of the Palestinians

dreams amongst the bombs

I dream of doves

above,

whose songs are louder than bombs.

I dream of trees

on the ground,

whose roots aren’t burned.

I dream of the sea

by the shore,

whose sand isn’t covered in bones.

I dream of home

on the land,

whose freedom is seen.

I dream of birds,

of beaches and trees,

of freedom as far as the eyes can see.