Blood Oranges

Blood Oranges On a hill top I saw the sundown, but still, it made clouds like blood -red oranges: in my childhood when there was a rumour that a fruit shop was selling them there was a line of people wanting to buy, they – the oranges- were sweeter than normal. The sweat from Palestinians brows- one might assume- but we were not to know this exploitation we thought the fruit Israeli and knew nothing about Palestine. The Jews had suffered much and deserved a homeland far away as possible, anyway the Arab were not trusted the newspaper said; and they were lazy, but know, we are aware a different story and the blood in the oranges are tears of those who were evicted from their land to give room for blood thirsty settlers.