By I held you
so the universe
would not suck you in
protecting you from
the wind, the bullets, the pain
mama’s tears, mine
our neighbours’ fears
I taught you to count while picking up stars
to pray
be thankful,
always
we are
children
taking care
of all the children
under bombs
ammunitions and firing squads
in tents
in the desert
close to a bridge
the sewage
doomed to forget home
(all the bread we broke
shared and raised to heaven as a sign of peace
all the unfulfilled prayers and vain words
all the promises
we wished for peace
but nobody told us
it does not exist
because
all wars that commence
never cease to be)
photo: Palestinian refugees near Allenby Bridge, 1967 – UNWRA Archives
