The Tree of peace  


A very old olive tree, owned by a Palestinian,
so ancient that it might have given shade to
the carpenter Joseph when he was resting under
its shade a hot August lunch time and contemplating
his sons’ futures, was bulldozed this morning.

No big deal you may say, and I agreed with everything
must come to an end, even olive trees, only
the perennial was got rid of because the Israeli    
army’s snipers needed a clear view of the village
where people, who didn’t like their regime, live.