Song of Hope

Palestine 

Ancient groves of olive trees

Hundred years to bear fruit 

Moments to be bulldozed down 

The tinkle of faraway childhood laughter

Crescendos to breaking china 

Their indomitable spirit smiling higher

When all is lost 

We find ourselves 

In the midst of those with most 

Their smiles giving lies to the grand illusion. 

Far more is less that more itself 

And those with less, they are the best. 

So visit Rafah,

Spend time in Gaza,

And there you'll find our Kings. 

Without a crown,

With scanty clothes,

But with those, I'd give a million for. 

When they're bombed,

Their veils, they tightly shroud about

Their dignity we will never doubt. 

Never lost are those with home,

Even when all that remains,

                                 are those 

Beautifully wrought iron keys. 

Heirlooms of a bygone age 

Where have all the old folk gone?

We do homage them in this song. 

They saw a time 

When Palestine was free

And they lived to pass on that fair tale. 

That Palestine will be free once 'gain. 

Even when all the World and all its people

Forget them, We will not. 

And happiness will be theirs once again

To spread about, and share. 

END

I wanted to write a happy poem about Palestine. And so I googled "what does Palestine mean to Palestinians" and the first page was all Israeli information airbrushing out a millennia of history. 

Well after all it's clear that google lies. 

And this poet hopes that the idea of a Palestine will never die.