You may rob me of The last inch of my landOr deprive me of A kiss on my mother’s hand You may feed my youth To the prison one dayOr deny my son a smile Or a suit on his birthday You may bulldoze my home And cut my treeDemonize[Read More…]
Jew and ArabArab and JewSo much in commonWith Zionism, so few Life is preciousFor me and youChildren of AbrahamOur shared heritageIn old times and new Remember AndulosiaJews then knewThat under IslamThey were protectedAnd earned the respectThey were due Averros and MaimonidesCoexistedSide by Side In a beautiful spiritThat was true When[Read More…]
Ali loved to visit his older brotherAnd play with his nieceThey were from a village near JerusalemCalled Abu DisIt was next to a big settlementCalled Ma’ale AdumimShe was twelve; he was fourteen One morning they were playing ballBouncing high, the ball went over the wall Trying to retrieve it, he[Read More…]
Once upon a timeIn the Jungle WorldA coyote was livingIn Cougarland Treated like dirtIt was only allowed toLive with its brand But whenever it tried toMix and fit inThey were dumped inThe burning sand When cougars became angryCoyotes paid the priceThey were chased away And couldn’t take a stand On[Read More…]
His name was SaberSaber has no fearHis name means I shall persevereSaber is a PalestinianBorn in a refugee campHe is stateless,The son of a stateless,The son of a stateless His son’s name is NidalNidal does not buckleHis name means I shall struggleNidal is also statelessFour generations of statelessness,Of denial,Of existence[Read More…]
Rights are not for saleHistory is not kindOn those who sell their people out,Betray their cause,Surrender their landTo tow the lineDo not sign Refugees have enduredThe winter’s cold,And the summer’s heat,The loss of dignity,A tragic featThey’ve been longingTo return backSince at least1949Do not sign Old farms are dyingFrom the suffocationOf[Read More…]
O Ole JerusalemI feel your painI hear your criesThe light thunderIn the darknessAnd the heavy rainI see the steady bleedingOf your woundWith its mark and stain I smell your JasmineThe sweets of RamadanI hear your church bellsAnd the call to Azan*The quiet sounds comingFrom the wood caneOf the old manI[Read More…]
They were from the north of GazaTheir names were Ahmad and Azza He was sevenShe was eleven Azza rode her bikeAhmad loved his kite One Friday morning, the sky was clearAhmad and Azza were in a fieldAway from their home but nonetheless near He was busy with the stringTrying to[Read More…]
My mother was ten when she left her homeHungry, terrified and away from the dome Her hand holding tight to her mother’s handBut her brother’s shoe was stuck in the sand They walked and walked until they collapsedWith scores of people and corpses they’d passed They remembered Deir Yasin and[Read More…]
For five decadesFrom 1898 to 1948By hook or crookThey vehemently schemedTo take possessionOf the land To depopulate its peopleCausing massive flightAnd dispossessionBy the forceOf their hand Massacres and killingsHouse demolitionsSpreading mayhem and horrorBy employing fear and terrorWholesale robberiesWidespread pillagesDestroying towns and citiesOr razing old villagesIn a deliberate schemeThat was meantTo[Read More…]
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