Poem: Israel Swings Wrecking Ball at Peace

Israel Swings Wrecking Ball at Peace

Panic fueled the exodus
Israeli offensive Ministers
Pronounced regrets
Hardships unavoidable
Thousands fled
Into the white tented
City as Israel's Mad Dogs
Of War tore into terrified
Crowds Rafah refugees
Re-assaulted made homeless

Because they are my brothers
The storekeeper said I give
Water, rice, baby food
No money No problem
Mattresses balance
On women's heads
Blankets on a child's
Fire wood in horse
Drawn carts vintage
Al Nakba re-endured
A déjà vu legacy
Disturbing and familiar
Punishment

A tunneled resistance
Blew up Israel's sense
Of security an iron clad
Belief in their iron clad ways
A prison patrolled Occupation
Loosing its grip grabbing
At the last straws
But Israel's borders
Can never be wide enough
Collective punishment
Harsh enough the despair
They engender strong enough
To secure what Palestinians have
To be what Palestinians are
A brave and ancient People
Of a Sacred Land
Re-Sanctified
By their suffering