So, let me get this straight:
You tear my veil to free me
You jail me to rid me of my terror
You kill my beloved to liberate me
You shoot my baby to erase my misery
You starve me to show me how to vote
You threaten me to bring me to my senses
You wage war on me to help me find peace
You slay my people to teach me compassion
You humiliate me to aid me live with
dignityYou insult me to illustrate freedom of
speechYou crush my bones to save me from my evil
You demolish my home to elevate my morality
You torture my children to teach me how to
loveYou uproot my tree to raise my ethical
standardYou steal my resources to bring me social
justiceYou assassinate my leaders to bring me democracy
You destroy my history to educate me about
progressYou dehumanise me to coach me into humanity
You bomb my town to train me into security
You wipe me out to push me to civilisation
You scorn my faith to bring me salvation
Thank you sir
How can I -ever- pay you back?
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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.