Palestine Poem by Nabakanta Barua

Palestine



We housed them in prisons
For they wanted a home,
We killed them for they wanted eternal life
Then bulldozed their prisons into fields of corn

What’s that hand sticking out from the earth?
Other hands will sprout from it ...
And tickle us to death.

[ Translated by Pradip Acharya ]

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