New Gaza
Leshemchot-ir. Tevach-ir. Sho’a-ir.
The mountain’s lament, ‘cross the valley dark, sings grief ‘n fury to the olive flow’r…
Breathe the folklore; olive-oil ‘n -wood; the love-song ‘n the poetry.
Hell between the aid trucks ‘n the nascent dawn…
This design lies deep within our marrow; plays its pull upon our sinews still.
For all the world’s indigenous, we will fight for Palestine!
He had felt the convulsions of his parent’s movements through their days of flight ‘n persecution, wandering Dawlat Filastin to find a birthplace home.