Gaza
I
When there will be night,
we will claim the promise
of the setting sun
we will claim
our foot-soldiers
and the ones
who stayed inside waiting to be
counted
we will claim them on
both sides of this opaque wall
all those
who refused its opaqueness,
its night, and saw through
we would be counting them too.
II
We will not deny
that tonight
we are not the equal side
by the local measurements they use
but we know,
that on old papyrus,
on the balance-sheet of history,
we add up to more
and the longer this night lasts,
we will let its darkness spill around us
darkness come out from our homes
from our eyes,
and then, sharp like falling stars,
cut through their days,
their pillars,
clouds
we shall refuse to cover our dead
with the shrouds of their making,
of their words
and
of all…
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brilliant.