Oh mighty Israhell
With the mountains of lies you fabricate
Do you think you could
Secure a fear-free moment akin to my years?
No… you can’t
With the lavish wealth you generate
Do you think you could
Buy a few joyful days similar to mine
No… you can’t
With all the armed robberies you facilitate
Do you think you could
Steal one magnificent dream that I embrace?
No… you can’t
With the mighty power you accumulate
Do you think you could
Obtain a piece of peace that fills my soul?
No… you can’t
Oh poor mighty Israhell
What have you done?
Wake up… wake up… wake up
Wait no longer… just … come running
Rinse your sins
Wash the blood off your hands
Repentant… and on your knees fall to the ground and… pray
Then… I promise
I’ll do what the prophet did
In your ear I’ll whisper
“Now I forgive you
You are free
The treasure I hold
I am willing to share”
22-05-2006
© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved
Filed under: poems for Palestine |
Poetry for Palestine 
Leave a Reply