Palestine

This land gives us all that makes life worth living: April's blushing advances, the aroma of bread at dawn, a woman's haranguing of men, the poetry of Aeschylus, love's trembling beginning, moss on a stone mothers dancing on a flute's thread and the invaders' fear of memories. This land give us all that makes life worth living: September's rustling end, a woman leaving forty behind with her apricots, an hour of sunlight in prison, clouds reflecting swarms of insects, a people's applause for those who laugh at their erasure, and the tyrant's fear of songs. This land give us all that makes life worth living: Lady Earth, mother of all beginnings and endings, She was called Palestine and she is still called Palestine. My Lady, because you are my Lady, I deserve life.