Poems on Palestine

a collection in sadness, hope, and liberation

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History tell lies

You will write about us in your history books

surrounded by words of your twisted lies

upset by our survival

enraged we wouldn’t go silently

Did you want to see us gone?

buried under earth?

little did you know angry ground fights back

the tides will swallow you

the sun burn

“You are not welcome”, the land and history will show

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Your history will be written with

blood

the tears of our mothers

the bravery of our men

the silence of your neighbors

the faith of our children

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Staying unrooted

We will be the last leaf on the olive tree

the last branch to be snapped

the last flower to be unrooted

for we have on this land all that makes life worth living

and we will not leave

unless we are buried with it

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The birds will return

the poppies bloom next spring

and the fog will clear

so that the constellations may share the stories of the victors

but what of the children?

the ones who lost most of themselves

what happens to them?

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Our blood mingles with the dust

the olive trees weep their sorrows

doves fragile wings broken under rubble

mothers sing lullabies to the stars

the wildflowers push through the bones

each blossom a silent testament to the blood and life paid in its exchange

the fathers cry at their last goodbye

But their will be rainbows out in Gaza

Where the children can hear laughter, not drones

Under the sky and between the mountains of Ramallah

a victory written in tears, broken smiles, and hope beneath the new angels

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In my dreams I apologize to everyone I meet.

My introduction - I’m sorry. I apologize. I’m sorry. In real life, oddly enough,

If I catch someone’s eye, I look away. Perhaps that too is an apologize.

To my grief there is no forgiveness, but I can say sorry every night.

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When a book is burned a world dies with it

The words seared to the page

so what of a country, a people, who are

scorched?

Do they suffer the same fate?

Are they just passing words?

Or does a universe burn.

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My holy land

Walking in my holy land

Above the twists and turns of cobblestone

flying above the damascus gates

BOOM

the blood of the doves soaks the path

like heavy rain

vandalizing my holy land

desecrating my sacred land

BOOM

Do they not like songs of freedom we carry?