Poetry for Palestine

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You are welcome to have my land

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to hear

The weeping olive tree, when pulled down

With the sharp, yellow teeth of your ugly bulldozer

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to feel, the agonising pain

 

Of my hills and mountains… torn apart

 

When hit by your merciless missile

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to see

 

The blood of my poppies, when fallen to the ground

 

Crushed under the cold metallic chains of your tank

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to taste

 

The bitter salty flavour of slavery,

Felt by my villages and towns

 

When under curfew for days on end

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to smell

 

The burning yearning in my orchid’s wounded heart

 

To be united again with her much missed children

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to hear

 

The cries of howling wind, mourning her little ones

 

Who used to play, flying away their black and white

 

Red and green kites

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to feel

 

The tight shallow breathing of my home and garden

 

Suffocating by your nerve and tear gas

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to see

 

The tears of my clouds trickling down their cheeks

 

When punched by the fist of your apache helicopter

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to taste

 

The sweetness of dignity felt by a stone

 

When picked up by a little hand of a brave boy

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to smell

 

The perfume of my earth, taking a shower

 

Getting ready to embrace the body

 

Of her beloved child

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to touch and heal

 

The deep bleeding wounds of my sky

 

Stabbed by your f16

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you are able to teach

 

Your heart how to love

 

Every drop of water, gushing from below

 

Or falling from above

 

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Yes, you can have my land

 

When… you can gently hold

 

Every grain of sand

 

And tell her how sorry you are

 

For causing all the pain she’s gone through

 

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Yes, you are welcome to have my land

 

When… you fall on your knees sobbing

 

When are able to hear, whispers of angels

Chanting of saints and prayers of prophets

 

Singing words of love and peace

 

For EVERY human soul, not just your own

 

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Then… and ONLY then

 

You are welcome to have my land

 

But then, will you ever do it?

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Na… I doubt it !

 

 

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