I do not ask for pity

 

Just think for awhile

 

 

Hey my friend

 

I'm just a kid like you

 

 

 

Once I had home …but it's now taken

 

 

 

 

Once I had a brother but he is now Martyr

 

 

 

 

 

And my mother … you don't know my mother

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every mother in my country is my mother

 

 

 

 

 

Once I had the whole earth.. But now?

 

 

 

أبحث عن لقمة كي أعيش ..

 

I look for a morsel to survive

 

 

 

 

I do not ask for pity

 

Just think for awhile

 

 

 

My father there.. Like my dream … like my heart …captive

 

 

 

 

So would you help me??

Or I'm just alone conversing with conscience??

 

 

*******

 

 

 

Hey..  Zionist... This is a page of your life... You are the teacher... And we witness

 

 

 

 

 

That your pupils are faithful to your teachings

 

 

 

 

And the pupil could beat his teacher...

 

 

 

 

But no matter how you try to humiliate me..

 

 

 

 

And whatever you could do to me

 

 

 

 

Just look and check ..

 

 

 

 

Does my humiliation end the case???

You should know

I am rejecting humiliation. . Rejecting your existence

 

 

 

 

Are you delighted in watching me???

 

 

 

 

Oh man, where did you get this hatred ??

What religion do you have faith in???

 

 

 

 

Oh, I forgot

 

 

 

 

 

Would people like you have religion like others???

Do not laugh .. I heard you are smart
Do you know who I am???

I `m your nightmare that would not allay..

I'm  from Palestine ..

 

 

*******

 

 

We won't forget

 

 

 

 

Your tears

 

 

 

 

Your groans

 

 

 

 

 

Your Sorrows

 

 

 

 

Your Martyrs

 

 

 

 

Swear we won't forget

The story of a house that the owner left and didn't come back

 

 

 

 

 

Cactus that did not end

 

 

 

 

A witness to the crime

 

 

 

 

A tree longing nostalgic

 

 

 

And my son's name is a memory on the wall of my house

 

 

 

 

A story of roots and origins ..

 

 

 

Story of a people

 

 

 

Or disgrace of a nation

Her eyes said

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Come on

I'll tell you about it

 

 

 

 

About its Olives

 

 

 

 

And its roots

 

 

 

 

About its Cactus

 

 

 

About its almonds

 

 

 

 

About its children

 

 

 

Its old men

 

 

 

 

 

 

And its women

 

 

 

 

The way of its salvation

 

 

 

 

Is the faith of its sons

 

 

 

Oh kid, your eyes are terrorists

drawing a bed over the loaf

dreaming of a Cup of water

Not poisoned by bleeding

And a seat in the class

did not get bombing, ,or pavement headache

your looks are terrorists

Staring at the invaders: Get out of our iris

of our time to the end of time

we will wash the soil of your steps

Clean up the morning of your look

And sow the plains with Anemone

your tears are terrorists

falling down over your martyr brother's face

 

 

 

 

Drawing your captive father
The homeless bosom of your mother

Defying Orphan hood, bursting
bringing color to purple
warmth to orange
And air to chrysanthemum
Preparing to be an orphan in the orphan time
your tears kid are terrorists

 

 

 

 

 

Your lips are terrorists

Repeating every while songs of the earth

Kissing the face of the sky

Saying prayers before sleep

And when they scream

Of a shot stole the word of God from your lungs

Here is when peace comes

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your hands are terrorists

Carrying great alienation on your tiny back

Groans of houses and captive village

And raise to the sky what the prophets said

And enlightening wisdom

carrying a house Amid the rubble

in an Immigrant bag

 

 

 

 

 

Your bags are terrorist

In which you blockade time

And pick up what place say to an other

We have sand on imagination shore

And a plain in which lie gardens of compassion

A bag for water and Thyme

And a bag changed titles of lessons to titles of stone

One on your back

And the other is growing on your chest

If you get delighted, a bird comes on your head to play

To bite your dream

To cut your thoughts

And you become under the rubble of humiliation

Your lips kid are terrorists

 

 

 

 

 

And your legs are terrorist

Chasing life in fission of death

In Clusters of bombs

In Tremors of the ears

Looking for a land with out fire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your parent’s kid is terrorists

Hugged of missing each other

Then you were flower

And you become ember

Oh kid, your eyes are terrorist

 

 

 

 

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Eyes knew crying early

If you see glow in their eyes

Fiery volcano, or Neigh, you would know them

Kids hugging the sun

And it doesn't burn them

Singing full throats

A million no … million no

Waiting for the knight

Mom, where is my dad

He didn't come back.

 

 

 

 

 

Waiting for who dare to release tying.

 

 

 

 

Dad, why are you silent? Come with us.

 

 

 

 

Angel and martyr, pardon me these are names of those innocents

 

 

 

Our weapon is hard stone