Our Imprisoned Homeland

Our Imprisoned Homeland

Ali Al-Khalili Beneath the clouds, the rose, and the dream fall Marginal notes, remnants of the pledge, tall Illusions, a mirage, but they were all Murdered, mutilated, hanged on the wall, Leaving our homeland drowned in the fog, Incarcerated in a dark dungeon, with a dog Guarding it as a hostage, behind a gate, Blocked, usurped, captive, whose fate The Zionist invaders wanted to seal Against its owners’ will, and to steal its wealth. Fruits and resources, Its beams dreams and blooming roses; But the thundering volcano of our ire Shall purge our land with raging fire! Zajel / An-Najah National University