Olives like gloves
Tastes similar to dry omelette
On my palate
No figures here
Or pictures crude enough
To draw parallels
One genocide to another
Under western media hypocrisy
A sinner to sinners
Innocent lives frowned upon
In burning mosques and hospitals
Palestinians awaiting burial
Or death
Oh Palestine
Is it the melanin in your skin
Your iris perhaps
The wrong oriental dark hue
Is it your most fertile land
And subjugation thereof
Against your protestations
Oh Palestine
Who stand with you
We’re you dejected stand
Who fall with you
In burning mosques and hospitals
In ambushed refugee camps
Who walk with you
A mile a metre a minute or so
Banished from your land
Who fight next to you
Against heavy machinery
Of the imposed military order
Who wait with you
In the heat
Of burning aide trucks
In the freezing cold comfort
Of white phosphorus clouds
Pouring down
Oh Palestine
Is this the end…
Works as a labourer…loves writing.