Palestine Poem by Ibtisam Barakat
Palestine
At the checkout register,
at an office-supplies store,
I am getting ready to
buy the world -
The globe that is. . .
Fifty dollars the man says,
one hundred and ninety-five countries,
all for fifty dollars!
I am thinking -
That means twenty five cents a country!
Can I give you all the money I have,
and you throw in Palestine?
Where do you want it? he asks.
Wherever there are
Palestinians.
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4/24/2024 4:38:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is so beautiful.