فلسطين

The hands
of those
who love the land

soil-caked
sun-baked

Nothing will shake
their extravagant affection
for the earth, grass and clay
Olive tree branches twisting and swaying
in all directions
as the gentle breeze

sings
through their

leaves

Reaching their palms skywards

as they themselves in unison recant another harvest song
A deep-seated generation after generation-long
gratitude for the fruits and labour their land provides

Only a fool would refuse to side
with the hands of those who love the land
the keepers of nature
Such delicate and precious creatures
are these keepers of the land and her future