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The Holy Land
You have bullets, bully
brigades,
biblical words &
word smiths
all fundraising for
more...
More injustice. More
suffering.
More homes and gardens
usurped,
more children tormented
and
families destroyed in
what was
(what always will be)
historic Palestine.
We have nothing much
more
than personal stories,
beloved memories,
and old photographs
preserved online for all
to see.
We are people, human
beings.
Our ancestry reaches
back
totally entwined with
every
rock and stone, every
tree,
every water well, every
little flower,
no matter where we are
now.
Our recipes are of the
land
and trade routes, plus
trial
and error. We
helped perfect bread
baked in clay ovens, in
our own way.
Our Zaatar is a
scrumptious blend
of herbs
&
our olive oil is heavenly gold.
We keep keys.
Our embroideries are
by hand, with symbols
imagined and taught
mother to daughter for
eons,
for longer than thread can last.
Our hope is that one day
justice and peace will
prevail
for all good people
willing to
actively empower fair
and just laws
with full and equal
rights, respect,
dignity... and security for
all.
poem
copyright ©2015 Anne Selden Annab
