Alice in Holy- land

Alice in Holy- land

Nahida Izaat Ghaith Alice was falling up, then rising down, With a quantum leap, transcending Into a parallel universe Were every thing is upside down, And nothing is what it seems to be, In a forgotten land, once called Palestine In this land of wonders, Alice saw Murderers get Nobel peace prize, Thieves are guardians Of peace and security, War criminals are the law, In this land of faith, Alice saw Strangers claiming that God gave them every thing; Foe they are the chosen Above all others, Despite the fact: most of them Don’t even believe in God In this land of faith, Alice saw Olive trees uprooted for having roots in the past, Farmers beaten for harvesting their crops, Men shot for wanting to pray, Women imprisoned for having a family, Children killed for going to school, Babies gassed for... being. In this transfigured land; Alice saw people in refugee camps; With large rustic keys around their necks, Grazing away in despair At beautiful, invisible homes in the distance, With no keyholes, no doors, not even walls In this land of history Alice saw signs for peace; The only led to war and terror; Road maps, but no roads; Security zones, with no security; Miles long checkpoints, where nothing is checked In this land of paradox Alice saw a queen of hearts Leading an army with hearts of stone, Yet Alice picked up stones With tender hearts, Stones with tongues That can dance and even sing And through the rabbit hole Alice came out again, Disorientated and bewildered Ali8ce was in Holy- land She went, she saw, she understood