Song Of Palestine – A Homeland More Than Ruin; A People More Than Suffering
Precious. Valid. Storied. Human.
Precious. Valid. Storied. Human.
Like flags of fierce resistance, laundry dries in its black, green, red, ‘n white…
D’you see God in th’pillars of fire that make this land their own?
She stands beside the water, watching all, her ethnicity in her hair ‘n hue.
Jackal Ruler Of The Nine Bows, Anpu, his canine head ‘pon human form, stands tall beside the body of Osiris…
Su-Tekh now sees a covered woman running ‘long the earth!
Against Iteru’s course I’ve run, yet still the danger looms!
The hound – hell-bent; satanic’lly empassioned – surges t’ward the force that musters…
I have stayed here, steadfastly guarding you!
Isis, as a beggar posed, walks Wa-Set’s Avenue Of Rams…