I am a tourist and a citizen
Of the world
No leaning on a wall
That's is black or white
An observer of butterflies
And flowers and bees and honey and the stings
I am in Jerusalem
One city, two settlements
I am in Hebron
On apartheid street
In a dilemma where to go
One building two faiths
I am in Gaza
I am told the sea and the sky
Are all occupied
Still the land is free?
If Jesus will come back to his home place
He'd be utterly confounded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. A very thoughful poem witha philosophical undertone. Great write.