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Tag Archives: olives
If you remain silent
If you remain silent you will hear the sound of the farmer’s heart breaking beneath the weight of the bulldozer if you remain silent you will hear the sound of olive branches breaking beneath the weight of the occupation … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, Olive trees, Palestinians, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, violence, West Bank
Tagged farming, Gaza, haiku, olive oil, olive trees, olives, palestine, Palestinians, Peace, poem, Poetry, tanka, violence, West Bank
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It’s Mother’s Day in America
Weep not for the mothers laying dead in bombed out villages or their sisters and brothers shot in the back as they waved their flags of black, red, green & white weep instead for the children they leave behind, far … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, Bethlehem, collateral damage, death, doves, farming, Gaza, human rights, humanity, Israel, Jericho, Jerusalem, Jesus, life, love, Mother's Day, Nakba, Olive trees, palestine, Palestinians, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, propaganda, refugees, Syria, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, death, farming, Gaza, iraq, Israel, Mother's Day, Nakba, olive trees, olives, palestine, poem, poetry, taxes, violence, war, West Bank
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Palestinian Cigarettes
Palestinian cigarettes burn extremely fast it seems like, to make them last we have to stop, or turn back the clock. Some say its fate that makes them burn this way. I met an old man, an olive farmer in a small … Continue reading
Posted in farm, farming, fire, human rights, justice, life, Olive trees, Palestinian Cigarettes, Palestinians, poem, Poetry, trees, Uncategorized, violence, West Bank, writing
Tagged farming, fire, olive trees, olives, palestine, Palestinian Cigarettes, Peace, poem, poetry
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