Tiema Muindi Poet Dramatic Verse

My Land My Abode

I live in Gaza
Not the land where cattle graze
And river flows
But where Israelis raze
Our land in shells
But where Israelis flood
Our land in blood

I now know how to count
Like other boys of my age
But not with fingers and nails
But bodies of the dead
Of friends and relatives
Have taught me arithmetic
Who have died in the pool
Not the swimming pool of your maisonette 
But in the pool of blood
Of those who we have lost.

My grandfather had fought
And died in the front
My father had followed 
And perished in the blast
And my brother has been 
A martyr in the struggle
Just like the many 
Who have been in the front

And now it’s my turn
To go to the front
Not because I do not want
To be in school
I have to defend 
Our land in blood
That which shall be
Tomorrow my abode

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