Alice in Holy-land
Alice was falling up, then rising down,
With a quantum leap, transcending
Into a parallel universe
Were every thing is upside down,
And nothing is what it seems to be;
In a forgotten land, once called Palestine.
In this land of wonders, Alice saw
Murderers get Nobel peace prizes,
Thieves are the guardians
Of peace and security,
War criminals are the law,
In this land of faith, Alice saw
Strangers claiming that
God gave them every thing;
For they are the chosen
Above all others,
Despite the fact: most of them
Don’t even believe in God.
In this land of pain, Alice saw
Olive trees uprooted for having roots in the past,
Farmers beaten for harvesting their crops,
Men shot for wanting to pray,
Women imprisoned for having a family,
Children killed for going to school,
Babies gassed for… being.
In this land; of sorrow
Alice saw people in refugee camps;
With large rustic keys around their necks,
Gazing away in despair
At beautiful, invisible homes in the distance,
With no keyholes, no doors, not even walls.
In this land of history
Alice saw signs for peace;
That only led to war and terror;
Road maps, but no roads;
Security zones, with no security;
Miles long checkpoints, where nothing is checked.
In this land of paradox
Alice saw a queen of hearts
Leading an army with hearts of stone,
Yet Alice picked up stones
With tender hearts,
Stones with tongues
That can dance and even sing.
And through the rabbit hole
Alice came out again,
Disorientated and bewildered
Alice was in Holy-land
She went, she saw, she understood
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