Friday, December 9, 2011

The Other Side of Fleeing

(This poem is about leaving Palestine in November, 1967 and migrating to the United States)

Why were we not fleeing by foot?
A taxi came, a plane arrived
We went up, up to the sky

Whey did we not flee to a refugee camp
Where there is no food to eat, no water to drink
We went to the land of abundance for you and me

Why do we have such luxurious?
New clothes on our backs, leather shoes on our feet
We went to a heaven of sorts

Why are we not fighting for our country?
A mission here, a battle there
We went to the land of peace and tranquility

Why have we forgotten our homeland?
No time to raise our voice, no time to write a letter
We went to the land of work, work, work

Why do not hear the cries of the refugee camps?
It could have been my tears, it could have been your tears
We went to the land of what is best for me

(  © Copyright, Fadi Zanayed.  Publication or distribution of this material is allowed provided its content is not altered and the source and its author are cited.)

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