Under the Palestinian Olive Tree
They cut down the olive trees
and shoot the farmers, unarmed, in the belly,
in plain view of IDF soldiers, relishing the moment.
How sweet it is to die under the shade of their olive trees,
that bind them to their tortured history.
And the wind that blows the branches dancing
oblivious to their terror, beating their conspiracy.
Copyright © Kaveh Afrasiabi | Year Posted 2023
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