Haifa Oranges

Haifa Oranges The sky is light blue or pallid It is late afternoon Clouds are burgundy and The sun is a Haifa blood orange Picked by a Palestinian’s Gnarled hands. Once this was his land, but an historical Tremor came He has resigned; this is Allah’s will. But his sons think otherwise, Blood orange, one day Blood will overflow run down gutters As we have another tremor that Will rumble on, everlasting family feud.