I stumble over my tears,
I am unconscious,
Helpless like my hallucinations
Banged by bombs,
Besieged by bullets,
My life is spilled to the drains.
I Will Resuscitate One day
From the bones and blood.
I will Rise
Like fragrance Of roses trampled under mud,
Free to roam in the Streets Of Jerusalem.
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