You are welcome


You are welcome

You are welcome to have my land

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to hear

The weeping olive tree

When pulled down

With the sharp, yellow teeth

Of your ugly bulldozer

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to feel

The agonizing pain

Of my hills and mountains… torn apart

When hit by your merciless missile

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to see

The blood of my poppies

When fallen to the ground

Crushed under the cold metallic chains

Of your vile tank

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to taste

The salty bitter flavor of slavery

Felt by my villages and towns

When under curfew for days on end

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to smell

The burning desire in my orchid’s wounded heart

To be united again with her much missed children

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to hear

The cries of the wind mourning her little ones

Who used to play… flying away

Their black and white

Red and green kites

 

 Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to feel

The tight and shallow breathing of my home and garden

When suffocating by your nasty

Nerve and tear gas

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to see

The tears of my clouds trickling down their cheeks

When punched by the fist of your apache helicopter

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to taste

The sweetness of dignity felt by a stone

When picked up by a little hand of a brave boy

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to smell

The perfume of my earth when taking a shower

Getting ready to embrace the body

Of her beloved child

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to touch

And heal the deep bleeding wounds of my sky

Stabbed by your f16

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to teach

Your heart how to love

Every drop of water

Gushing from below

Or falling from above

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you can gently hold

Every grain of sand

And tell her how sorry you are

For causing all the pain she’s gone through

 

Yes, you are welcome to have my land

When… you are able to hear

The whispering prayer of its angels

Chanting words of love peace and justice

For every human soul

Then…

 You are welcome to have my land

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