In my land of Palestine

I discovered a gold mine

Traveled to the Golan Heights

Witnessed forbidden sights

Washing out the dust

Telling these stories, I must

This smoke, this history

I surrender to the border control

To high walls and west banks

I smuggle in humanity

The necessary, the water

My black shoes now white

From white rock and desert trees

Powder of a thousand years and a thousand deaths

Government forced blood tears

Apples and infiltrators crossing borders

Syrian students hidden from their mothers

Destroyed a Jew, destroyed a martyr

I climbed these walls of stone, I walked over water

Stealing Jerusalem, tunnel digging

Launching rockets, rope rigging

Victory is yours and victory is mine

Rip out the signage and rip out my spine

Jews and Muslims embedded in bed

No answers, no reasons, bury the dead

In cloaks and hats and veils they dressed

A disease of difference confessed

Makes no sense or cents, no flood, no blood

I brush my hair, I brush my teeth

I trust you with rock, I trust you with flame

Their weak heavy tanks roll over my feet

Gather at my wooden table and let us meet

 

© 2009 David Greg Harth

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