Diaspora I look at the serene blue skies of my new habitation And my mind often transports me back to the place I once called home I plead with the universe inside my mind To watch over the children of the Levant and Palestine Watch over those who remain blockaded Watch over those who have been stripped of their human right Why was I chosen and why were they not? What guilt we carry over you No time or place will you ever be forgot Forever more I will carry you Haunted by the echoes of your cries My life has become a quest to share your plight I walk the streets of my new location And watch the children running and laughing I flash back to the girl with the red ribbon Locked underneath a dumpster somewhere near Bethlehem I drink tea eat pumpkin seeds and play And reminisce over the times we had in Yafa I remember you don’t you forget That I will never forget you no matter what happens ahead I work in the buildings of my new nation And watch my colleagues dreams come into formation I dwell over the boy with the blue buttons That he might have never grown old too see the day of his graduation I sit in the kitchen of my new house And bite my inner lip lost in doubt I stare at my shepherd’s pie and cider Dreaming it were dolmades and wine Time passes and my dream of identity is solid Yet equally I am lost in the half breed by culture I am something new something unknown Two halves of two different people I dwell on merging them into one When will I become hole and when will I be complete For justice seems like such a fleet Time passes and I still have not forgot Why was I chosen and why were you not?
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 10:32:50 +0000
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