To David, I Plea
Tiny piece of disputed land
When you claim it's your, I demand
My share: fistful of bloodied sand.
When you revel in each explosion, I seek love instead,
In our shared ancestry, the shade of date palms uprooted,
Teary eyes hold memories of a home unafflicted.
My home, shattered, crumbled, torn
Where birds chirped, now void’s born.
I long to hear Peace’s horn.
Hear my prayer beads
Bleed. War's riven seeds,
Power's craven deeds
But instead I see
Carnage, not mercy.
To David, I plea.