If you
can stand Remembering The Holocaust Then take Al
Nakba Raw as nerves Seared pain In the
brain Bodies basking in the sun Less hands less
legs Less life than would be If Israel had cared
Babies cradled in a ditch Massacred lifeless So
many that lived Orphaned lives Sheltered in tents
As the cruel winds Blew them out Of their
time-honored Homes Stern Gang Rampages
scavenged The land burnt looted And terrorized
drove People like cattle Into the streets Off their
property Independence Day For Israel was the
death Of life as Palestine Had known it In the
orange groves And olive fields Terraced gardens And
villages Ransacked Ravaged Lives left to rot In
the stench Of refugee camps Pushed down Ground
down Ignored Palestinian Lives still
dangle Precariously Along the edge With no
rights Except to return Waiting for the knock That
bulldozes And tumbles Walls and hearts Into the
abyss Suffering Is unmitigated As the drone Of
fighter jets And attack Helicopters Roar
past Missiles strafe Flesh tears Besieged By
memories That cannot Be forgotten Because
they Are repeated Over and over Al Nakba's Grave
landscape Casts a long dark Shadow that meets Nazi
atrocities In a tortured Horror chamber Bereft of
human Compassion As dry of feelings As
parched Bones weathered Into
dust
