seeing the atrocities on the news, I felt I needed some pen and paper to cope. (writing, while assuming the role of an arab living in israel).
People
My friends will kill my people
My people will kill my friends
My friends are my people
My people are my friends
They strap them with guns and bullets
They plant them in tanks and artilleries
They chain them in scarves and helmets
They force students to write history
I don’t want my friends to write history
History is written by the dead
Let students study history
As my people bury the dead
My people hate my people
My friends hate my friends
They spray them with waves of lead
My friends want my people dead
My people want me angry
My friends my feelings dead
They want me raging with fury
But which are my people and who are my friends?
