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 agonising 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 tank




Yes, you can have my land


When… you are able to taste


The bitter salty flavour of slavery,

Felt by my villages and towns


When under curfew for days on end



notice the little Hero


Yes, you can have my land


When… you are able to smell


The burning yearning 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 howling 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 shallow breathing of my home and garden


Suffocating by your 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, 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 fall on your knees sobbing


When are able to hear, whispers of angels

Chanting of saints and prayers of prophets


Singing words of love and peace


For EVERY human soul, not just your own





Then… and ONLY then


You are welcome to have my land


But then, will you ever do it?



Na… I doubt it !


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6 Responses

  1. Thanks

  2. Nahida, you might want to change the word “hauling” to “howling.” Great poem, though.

    • Done, thank you Richard

  3. […] By Nahida Exiled Palestinian […]

  4. I’ve reposted your poem. All the best!

  5. […] on January 23, 2014 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian […]

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