The
Key of my House # 8-8
For thousands of Palestinian people
Home doesn’t exist anymore.
Why!
Home and this key have equals memories
You can go in and stay there
Eating, talking and laughing
Sleeping with your children and family
Not in Palestine.
Why?
The key opens not only the door
It is where you live and where your roots came from
The key is not only a piece metal, key is an opened
life
Love and happiness
The key is not a symbol it is part of your life
The key is given to you by trust and care for
So why take away my home and leave me the key?
I open my memories, my heart and through my eyes
Tears fall like earthquakes or bombs in my soul
I don’t know what to do
Without a land, without a home only this key is
evidence
I am Palestinian and I grew up and live here in this
holy land.
This poem is extremely powerful, due, to my thinking, to the gentle, understated tone as well as the content. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks very much. Danny. For me is a very powerful poem and political reality.
Delete'Without a land, without a home only this key is evidence'
ReplyDelete— precisely; trenchant poem.
thanks very much poeta
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