A poem

THE CURSED AND THE CURSER

They kill our brethren,
We curse them,
They invade our land,
We curse them,
They take our wealth,
We curse them,
They attack our holy land,
We curse them.
They give us pots of core-ruptious honey,
We glad,
They give us their unsewn clothes,
We glad,
They tell us their lullaby,
We sleep,
They give us their prickly heaven,
We enter,
From the heaven we see,
They kill our brethren,
We curse them,
but wait, remember the honey?
We quiet.
They invade our land,
We curse them,
but wait, remember the clothes?
We quiet.
They take our wealth,
We curse them,
but wait, remember the lullaby?
We quiet.
They attack our holy land,
We curse them.
but wait, remember the heaven?
We quiet.
There where we will stay,
There where we will wait,
forever...In the heaven
where red rivers flow beneath,
In the heaven mighty them created,
from our wealth they robbed,
from our long lost strength,
from our knowledge that we forget,
from the ancient script that we deny,
from our past unity,
let it be written in our future diary.

Composed by: Mohd Faisal Farish Ishak
Time: 1.00 a.m-while my children were sleeping soundly.
Date: July 26, 2006-while the children of Palestine and Lebanon couldn’t sleep.