(And Jacob came to Shalem, a city of Shechem, which is in the land of Canaan, when he came from Padanaram; and pitched his tent before the city.) Genesis 33: 18.
Who is Jacob?
Jacob is son of Isaac; brother of Esau; father of the twelve patriarchs of Israel.
Land of Canaan means Palestine which belongs to Canaanites not Israelites. So clear in Torah.
Palestinians
Real owner of that land
Jacob came to them.
It's always at dawn
It's always in the shadows
That the criminals rob
The innocent as well as the guilty
It's deep in the dark night
That we forget on the table
The suppers of the werewolves in disguise
And the unarmed gendarmes
For the carnival, for the feast
When blood turns to wine
Where we imitate the wedding feast of Canaan
Oh! Poor, we see the wicked pass by
And the assassins under the bridges
Who flee and flow like rascals
Oh! Poor, he's dead
The dead, are they always wrong
At dawn?
What a disgrace
For the month of October
Oh! Tis the season when we change our robe
Oh! Poor, he's dead
The dead, are they always wrong?
P.S. Translation of ‘ Toujours À L'Aube' by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
A unique form of hatred,
stereotypes and prejudice,
they decipher realities.
Forgotten the same father,
Ibrahim, Canaan families.
Who loving safe, warm, faith,
in the same lands.
Hagar,
Sarah.
Buzzing claims,
devout homes and beliefs,
attempted annihilation,
superseded born, sibling rivalry.
Pardon, end.
End, end, endeavour destruction.
Curse before being born
A slave
A servant
Before leaving my mother's womb
A life of servitude
Poverty
Humiliation
And disgrace
Me, Son Of Canaan
Son of Canaan
I died for you too
Christ
We’re leaving out today
from the land of the Pharaohs
We’re going to a place
that was promised to us long ago
We’re leaving,
leaving today
Going to the Promise land
We’re leaving,
we’re on our way
Headed for Canaan
We’re leaving behind
the hard bondage and chains
Four hundred years of tears,
slavery, oppression and pain
We’re leaving,
we’re on our way
to the milk and honey land
We children of Abraham
are headed for Canaan
We’re leaving out today
from the land of the Pharaohs
We’re going to a place
that was promised to us long ago
Headed for a land well cared,
that God prepared
We’re going to Canaan
We’re leaving,
leaving today
Headed to the Promise land
We’re leaving,
we’re on our way
Going to Canaan
We children of Abraham,
we’re headed for Canaan
We’re leaving,
we’re on our way
to the milk and honey land
We’re headed
to a land well cared
that God has prepared
We’re going to Canaan,
headed to the Promise land
We’re leaving,
leaving today
Headed to the Promise land
We’re leaving,
we’re on our way
Going to Canaan
Where is your Baal, land of Canaan?
Where are your people,
smart and courageous?
They discovered an alphabet.
Greeks took it
and also the credit.
Where is your schism Constantinople?
Is it hidden under the minarets?
For Buddhists there is no God,
but we still have our Manitu.
Where is your land,
Indigenous people of America?
People of different religion displaced us.
Talk to us Great Spirit.
“Do not follow Jezebel.
She is a false prophet.”
Aah, Casarah; mine ears ache for thy counsel-
Scarce are the chances to reach near thine arena
The sea races near thy arches to crane its head
to crash her waves and earn a share of thy full cache.
The majority of words herein use the letters contained within the name Casarah Nance, which is an anagram of 'Search Canaan'
Child of Ham, image of Christ, gospelled bands
Ancestor of Melchizedek order
***** oracle of prophet, priest, king
Anthem to you with drums and cymbal hands
Arising in the Horeb of your power
Nations steep in Afric's legacy sing
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Canaan, first of he who was last, shift
Ages paradigm, became
Again the heir to Christ
Nimrod's legacy disdained would uplift
Adam's curse upholding the flame
Nurtured in sacrifice.
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