All we’ve had to drink for days
is drawn from tears and venom.
The pools of hope, we’ve dipped our cups
are buried beneath crumbled macadam.
To whom do we turn to in this darkness
Those sweet among the souls reviled
When no lantern burns nearly as bright
as the extinguished light of a child.
From the remains of our homes
Ashes drift from the rubble and the tinder
So all the world can see of our faces
Are shivering ghosts of cinder.
There was a time we flew our kites,
On a Mediterranean wave combed beach
Where the winds of hope drew out our strings
Beyond where Gaza’s prayers may reach.
Calls to “cease fire” by unknown tongues
bring tenuous silence to the ramparts
diplomacy may pen the end a battle,
but resolves not the war in our hearts.
Within my heart is a river like yours
That meets at the edge of the ocean
Where thirsts are quenched and time dilutes
our flowing tears and venom.
Children of Israel slumber on
Beneath the veil of an Iron dome
Tis ours of gold we take as shelter
and dream of returning home.
Freedom has no borders
Tis an illusion of a thin and weary line
For every day we wake in hunger
We’re sated by our love of Palestine.
