They Say ‘this Is Our Land! ’ Poem by Najib Altawell

Dust in the hand
A smoke rising
In a dark corner
In a forgotten yard
And face to face
From the
Same race
The battle 'continue'
In the name of
God
In the name of
A piece of land

They
They
Always say
‘This is our land’

The Heaven
Witnessed
Both ‘claims’
On that very
Special day
When ‘God’
Commanded
Both of them
To defend their
‘Absolute’ ‘rights’
To revive
Their
‘Golden’ past

They
They
Always say
‘This is our land’

Silent the day
Silent the night
Tender the voice
In ‘private time’
As they ‘both’
Laughed
And
Cried
Believing in their
Holy
Right
Believing in their
Holy
Fight