Palestinian Poetry.
These are some poems written by Palestinians in Lutheran schools in the West Bank. Some of them are quite young and the poems are all written in English, so do not look for polish, look instead at the strength of their emotion.
What should I do?
Everyday
Every hour, every minute
Always killing or dying never stops
This is own life. -anonymous
Every day a flower dies
a child cries but no one hears
No one feels.
What should I do?
This question make me feel, as a small flower that needs some water to stay alive.
They ask me to shout, cry or write, but no one hears.
They ask me to leave my country, my house, and my family.
They always say, Palestine, but no one knows the meaning.
I ask: who is going to protect this land and always no one hears
Our Arab soul is flying in the sky asking for salah al-deen asking for peace.
Finally I wish that our sun will rise again to keep a smile on the children face. -R.B.