Poem: Princes of Palestine - A Grim Fairytale

Princes of Palestine: A Grim Fairytale

The Princes of Palestine
Are not the politicians
Nor the remaining
Landowners
Businessmen
Hamas
Fatah
Brigades of resistors
Imans or priests
The Princes of Palestine
Are the Track-Two
Diplomats
The scholars
Of the one-state
Two-state
Endless shuffle
Of negotiations
For a final
Status
Agreement
To lock in
Borders
Barricades
Against the multitudes
Farmers, laborers
Teachers, shopkeepers
Bankers, lawyers
Thieves, the righteous
And sinners wait
The verdict
The 1st step
To a true
Negotiated
Settlement
That never comes
As the monster
That devours
People parades
And plods on
Grinding
Everything
In his path
Plucking up housewives
And husbands
Children in their sleep
The monster
Is a frightful beast
Backed by hordes
Of descendants
From Attila
The Hun
From far away
Lands they come
Clutching the Book
Jerusalem Past
Solomon David
The Kingdom
At long last
Though the Princes
Convene and confer
The Zionist quest
To conquer and subdue
To give the Canaanites
Their just due
The conquest
Of a people
True to their heritage
Persists breaking
All who resist
In body
But not in mind
Or spirit
The Princes of Palestine
Re-assemble the pieces
And in solemn conclave
By the sweat of their brow
Only Allah
Knows how
Press on

ENDS