Ode To Palestine

Palestine: The land of Zaatar, Zaytoon and Lime Palestine: The land of progressive and loving people at her core. The British Empire promised the rocky terrain (From which the Empire yielded no fruit Nor money!) To displaced people: The Jews; The Jews called her The promised land: The land promised to them. For at the heart of her is Jerusalem: The town holy to both Mohamedians And the Jews: the loving cousins they were once. Palestine: Became a country of division, feuds! A country of Bloodsheds The country of bitter tears shed. Palestine: The land of people confined in unsanitary camps Surviving on the margins: Their minds becoming unsound; Slowly ! Day by day! Like a blood tap turning into a blood sea. Palestine: The land of diseases, The land of infant deaths In sea of numbers The land of famished folks, The land of murky waters and no hopes. Palestine: Where the bitter seed of hopelessness Is sown; Turning into a thorny tree; Bearing blood fruits! Palestine: The land of forgotten people, The land of bitter feuds ! Palestine : The land of peoples’ pleas Unheard, unseen! Palestine: The land of peoples’ suffering Unregistered in our collective psyches