I Have No Place

December, March or May

Evening, dusk or dawn

I have no place to stay

'cause every place is gone;

And all I have is none.

What can Palestine say

When all the ears are none?!

Israelis kill, slay…

They shot my dad for fun!

But I'll not hide nor run.

They burn the mosque, the church;

Destroy whatever hands reach;

Ne'er leave a plant to grow.

Don't have an army rank.

Don't have missile or tank.

Only a stone to throw.

They took my home, my land.

Nothing's left in my hand.

I have no place to go.

And even when I'm slain,

I will not find a grave.

In a street, my body'll remain…

The destiny of the brave.

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~ Basma Addeq

P.S.: 13-year-old Faris Odeh, the little boy in the picture, was shot dead by Israeli soldiers less than two weeks after taking this picture. RIP, little Faris !