You are welcome
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
Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to feel
The agonizing pain
Of my hills and mountains… torn apart
When hit by your merciless missile
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 vile tank
Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to taste
The salty bitter flavor of slavery
Felt by my villages and towns
When under curfew for days on end
Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to smell
The burning desire in my orchid’s wounded heart
To be united again with her much missed children
Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to hear
The cries of the wind mourning her little ones
Who used to play… flying away
Their black and white
Red and green kites
Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to feel
The tight and shallow breathing of my home and garden
When suffocating by your nasty
Nerve and tear gas
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
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
Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to smell
The perfume of my earth when taking a shower
Getting ready to embrace the body
Of her beloved child
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
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
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
Yes, you are welcome to have my land
When… you are able to hear
The whispering prayer of its angels
Chanting words of love peace and justice
For every human soul
Then…
You are welcome to have my land
Poetry for Palestine 