“Long live Palestine!” we chanted every morning at primary school. We were innocent, Focused against the occupation, hate, violence and oppression. We truly loved our country. We never forgot the keys to our original homes from which we were forced. We all were Palestinians.
Until things changed.
They taught us to love Palestine above all else, to die for it, to sacrifice what we had for it, to oppose the occupation. And we did but they didn’t!
Instead they fought each other, dividing our loyalties, splitting our identity into factions: green, red, black and white. Each party stole a color from our flag, Turning our unity into a war of hues.
Our resources they plundered. Our hearts they broke. Yet on our behalf they say they speak. They transformed our patriotism into self-destruction.
We still dream of our occupied cities, But now there is more for which we long: Peace, a decent life, dignity. Before, our oppressors were the thieves; Now our own people have joined them. For unity we pray—one flag once again. Long live Palestine!
Mohammed Arafat 24-02-2019
I wrote this poem as a reaction of what's going on among the Palestinian factions in Gaza, trying to urge them to unite for the best of people.