What Remains

What remains of the Palestinian

I can’t reconcile because the wound never healed

And the detainee has never been released

And the trees never grew back

And the martyr has never been buried 

And the displaced still didn’t return 

Cause the survivors see their jailer in their nightmares

I can’t  reconcile because the torture hasn’t stopped 

The tears never dried 

Suppose for the sake of an argument that you never murdered my father, my brother, my neighbor 

Suppose for the sake of an argument that I could forget the massacres, the martyrs, the death 

Suppose for the sake of an argument that I could forget the anguish, the hunger, the pain, the fear, the cold.

Why would I reconcile?

I would be an olive tree that you plan to burn, a home you plan to steal, a journalist you plan to murder.

Why would I reconcile? 

To die without a voice?