From River to the Sea: Part Seven

From river to the sea, a Palestinian utopia; like wind that blows everything away, the meanness and exclusion, a good tide that's a gift to the world; a gracious inheritance for the dispossessed, longing for better days, when babies can survive in their incubators, the toys children play with are not booby trapped, and doctors do not amputate legs without anesthesia. Would that the Jews unite with you in your dream for a free Palestine, and the simple pleasures of a post-apocalypse laying ruins to their genocidal plans. World is watching the disappearance of your dream by their intrusive bombs depleting your ranks and turning Gaza City into a ghost town, devouring humanity, shoveling dirt on it, against the backdrop of your dusted voyagers like your ancestors. Their hands are free, from the river to the sea, to commit murderous atrocities with Western blessing, yet you shall inherit the earth, and liberate them from their prison ideology.