What shall I Tell my Son`s Son?

 

My new poem about the Palestinian Nakbah posted on FOSNA!!

What shall I Tell my Son`s Son?

-I was grey-haired sitting with my grandchild,
-Telling him about the past and the present,
-We were happy laughing, but he hoarsely murmured,
-He wanted to talk about something I know,
-Something I missed and really need,

-He asked me about the right of return,
-He asked me about the beautiful painful past,
-I became silent and nodded my head,
-I really wanted to send him to his bed,
-But I wanted to tell him about how we left our villages,
-About the beauty of the coastal towns, and the breezy downs,
-The high mountains and the natural fountains,
-The green hills and the churches` bells,
-The five prayers in the historical mosques,
-About my childhood,
-And how I grew in my beautiful neighborhood,
-And how I could not forget the wooden swing,
-And when my dad used to beautifully sing,
-I wanted to tell him about the milky goat and the big cow,
-And how I wanted to live the past and to never ask how,
-but…
-but… I could not…

-I did not know what to tell him about,
-Shall I tell him about those who sold our lands?
-Or who blew up the mountains and silenced the bells?

-He did not know how they chopped the trees and the my swing,
-And how they offered the strangers our past,
-My goat was milked, and my cow was killed,
-The mosques were desecrated,
-Immigration was, intentionally, created,
-Gangs came, and began to blame,
-They ruled us, and sellers governed us,

-We were forced to forget our lands,
-To forget the history and the tired hands,
-To forget the towns and the calm dawns,
-They wanted us to forget the villager and the peasant,
-And we were forced to only think of the present,

-They muted us with some conferences and donations,
-And from behind the curtains, they began the exploitations,
-They enslaved us, and made us protest,
-They wanted us to never resist or exist,

-The power was cut, and poverty was spread,
-They wanted to take the past out of our head,

-We protested, but we were arrested,
-We did not know why, and we were not rested,

-They wanted to replace our minds,
-And to make all of us deaf and blinds,

-For them, our main matter had to never be Palestine,
-But they wanted us to worship them as a shrine,

-And to watch how they sell and trade,
-How they kill and make us afraid,

-But… what shall I tell my son`s son?
-Shall I tell him that we no longer have a past?
-Or that the coming years will be the last?
-Shall I tell him that I am ashamed from what they made?
-Or about the high price all of refugees paid?
-Shall I tell him that they only wanted to have fame?
-Or that only was a crazy game?
-…what shall I tell my son`s son?

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