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You are welcome to have my land
Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to hear
The weeping olive tree, when pulled down
With the sharp, yellow teeth of your ugly bulldozer
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to feel, the agonising pain
Of my hills and mountains… torn apart
When hit by your merciless missile
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to see
The blood of my poppies, when fallen to the ground
Crushed under the cold metallic chains of your tank
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to taste
The bitter salty flavour of slavery,
Felt by my villages and towns
When under curfew for days on end
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to smell
The burning yearning in my orchid’s wounded heart
To be united again with her much missed children
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to hear
The cries of howling wind, mourning her little ones
Who used to play, flying away their black and white
Red and green kites
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to feel
The tight shallow breathing of my home and garden
Suffocating by your nerve and tear gas
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to see
The tears of my clouds trickling down their cheeks
When punched by the fist of your apache helicopter
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to taste
The sweetness of dignity felt by a stone
When picked up by a little hand of a brave boy
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to smell
The perfume of my earth, taking a shower
Getting ready to embrace the body
Of her beloved child
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to touch and heal
The deep bleeding wounds of my sky
Stabbed by your f16
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you are able to teach
Your heart how to love
Every drop of water, gushing from below
Or falling from above
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Yes, you can have my land
When… you can gently hold
Every grain of sand
And tell her how sorry you are
For causing all the pain she’s gone through
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Yes, you are welcome to have my land
When… you fall on your knees sobbing
When are able to hear, whispers of angels
Chanting of saints and prayers of prophets
Singing words of love and peace
For EVERY human soul, not just your own
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Then… and ONLY then
You are welcome to have my land
But then, will you ever do it?
