In Palestine
The dying clouds
Hastily changing
Hastily moving
And
Westerly bound
In Palestine
A blue horizon
Is rapidly forming
Creating
Unstoppable
Middle Eastern
Tide
In Palestine
The message of love
Has been
Polluted
Loving other than
Your own
Has no place
In the heart
Nor in the mind
In Palestine
What is ‘Yours'
Can be ‘Mine'
Even when resistance
Born out of
Desperation
Including from
Bedouin
Desert
Tribes
Force
Occupation
Killing
Deportation
To the occupier
Certainly
They are not
‘Crime'
In Palestine
The olive tree
Always survive
No matter
What
Is ‘Going on'
No matter
What
Is ‘the state'
Of the ‘Minds'
In Palestine
Is ‘where'
The beginning of the
End
Will commence
For this cycle
Of
Humanity
For this cycle
Of
‘Time'
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