O my O my !
Didn't I bomb your village to smithereens?
Didn't I crush your bones last July ?
Didn't I blow your head up to pieces?
Didn't I shoot you in the eye?
What are you doing here?
Why are you still alive?
Just tell me why?
* * *
Yes, indeed
You did kill us all
But
We... forgot... to... die
YOU ARE READING
Palestine
PoetryHere,where the hills slope before the sunset and the chasm of time near gardens whose shades have been cast aside, we do what prisoners do we do what the jobless do, we saw HOPE. A bunch of poems about our beloved Palestine.
