July 10, 2014

Waiting for the rain-dance (2july, johannesburg, south africa)

Filed under: poetry,Uncategorized — newritings @ 6:47 pm

Today I cried

…watering the cut-down Olive trees

of a far-away Palestinian village called Bedya

Defiant Stumps

Stand majestically tall

against the sores edged on the sharp blades of the robbers



Wounded Hope

… full branches of the olive leaves

reach out to even them

And Under a murderous dark sky





for the rain-dance of peace

that refuses to dawn


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