The land should yield
Pomegranates, melons, olives,
Fragrant jasmine, dates,
Not smashed buildings, broken bodies,
A child’s body flung against a fence,
A grandfather holding his granddaughter
Dead in his arms.
Bread should be shared
Enough bread for everyone
Dripping with olive oil and baba ghanoush
Not withheld from starving people
Dying for the lack of it.
Hungry, desperate people
Giving their last bread to a child.
Eyes should see tenderness
The kindness of the everyday
Moments of joy, a child playing in the rain
Not fleeing from bombs
That have crushed everything
They’ve ever known, killed their families
crushed their hopes and dreams
Poets, children, doctors,
Artists, writers, musicians
All should be alive, sending tendrils of joy
And hope twining through the walls,
Breaking down the fear and suspicion
Not crushed, silenced, lost
Beneath the rubble of broken buildings.
Standing together,
The two peoples might live in peace
Seeing each other as human,
Sharing stories, baking and breaking
bread together,
All they want, all anyone wants
Is for their children to play in peace,
To love and live and know joy.
Yvonne Aburrow
1 March 2024, 7:25 AM
Photo: Olive picking during Zaytoun’s tenth harvest in Palestine.
https://zaytoun.uk/about/