We lost,
We lost sons,
We lost land, time and destinies,
We walked away from a fight,
In another life, it would be fair,
Fortunes would live inside dreams, inside blood, inside reason,
Trees hugged the concrete,
Heavy oaths,
Leave them behind,
We are in a life,
We are without soul,
We are perfection,
No longer real,
A river, an ocean, an incognito body of water,
A step,
A ticket,
A son,
I forget,
Something fair,
I choose fair,
The impasse of the skin,
The killer of eyes,
I remember,
I am a dancer of treasures,
I am a dancer of pride,
I steal souls,
I steal minds,
Not like mine,
Not like my voice,
We were high,
We are above,
Through and transfixed,
We died,
Our sons died,
Our sons burn,
Our sons, the withered.
This poem is actually for the children of Gaza, and they leave their land only to leave their hearts in it.