Richard Jones Poetry: 60
By Guest Post • May 9th, 2008 at 19:58 • Category: Israel, Music, Poetry, Events, Palestine, Zionism
Today the bulldozer crawled
Into my village.
I watched the trees' resistance,
Heard them groan and shake,
Hoping beyond hope
They could not break and after the trees bowed,
the stones ground their teeth in impotent fury,
Before they too tangled with the bones
Of lost tomorrows, in unmarked graves,
Corrupt foundations
For a shimmering, empty city,
Destruction in the myth of creation
By architects stripped of any pity.
What still remains that we may save
From the ruins left by an alien nation?
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