Oh Israel
The hope of dreamers
teachers, healers and minstrels
your story erupted from Abrahamic traditions
so old and so at home with furless bipeds
Where is Jesus now that man has fallen in love
with his own creations
yet trapped by fear and the economy—
am I going to irritate my family and friends
thinking too much while doing very little
So many Jews have nurtured my mind
and comforted me with their wisdom
yet I fear my words will hurt
the sensitive souls who give their all
expecting little praise in return
but I can no longer see the world
in terms of race or gender
I feel the world
and make judgements based on
how we — Palestinians by any other name
ordinary creatures our various skins and
broken hearts our rivers of blood
still beneath the flesh rushing through veins
not ready to die yet
washing and feeding our babies
between stories and glasses of wine
armed with words and a little education
singing as we walk across the deserts of our fears
Surely you deserve respect in your struggle
to survive another century
as long as our souls can rise above
the earth.
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