Palestine is my bleeding wound/
I am the blood that flows/
In the geo-politics of denial/
My mind barefootedly treads on the/
History of betrayals of our ancestral Lands/
Raped by missiles bombs and minefields/
Of Zionist generals!/
I fed on poetic images leaping from Pages/
Of the volcanic mind of Mahmoud Darwish/
Sizzling with images of heartbeats Of Palestine./
I am a disembodied lips of children In Ramala/
Declaiming poetries of defiance/
I have become a finger pointing at demons/
A finger painting Guernucas of dreams/
I am every child killed by Zionist bombs/
And raging missives of hate/
I am the resurrection of dreams of a free land/
Touch my lips! Touch my bleeding heart! Touch me and my vibrations-/
These volcanic eruptions will drown/
Enemies of love in the lava of desires/
Of peace and security!/
Do not seek me only in the streets Of Palestine/
I walk the streets of Pretoria and Johannesburg/
Carrying echoes of my land usurped/
Usurped by bigots of power/
Am I not Leila or Shaeera?/
I am a million names resisting borders/
Of language planted on our tongues/
That speak of peace across borders of hatred/
I am the child of Palestine/
Child of the world!!
Poem composed and shared by South Africa’s Prof Pitika Ntuli with all the world (via Media Review Network )
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