Ode For Palestine

Where does one go to find
a peace, in place of scorn

When all the stones are
thrown, and at them sworn

Why has our rockery become,
their wall obstructing morn

What desert rose can live,
if sunlight’s not being born.

      
                          
.                 Judas Tree              

                                
     One day when the leaves of

   empire vacate its tree, skeletal

   branches and a bark-less trunk

will be wondering if it was autumn.

                    Shhhhhh

        “ Its roots were pruned "