You can say you are the

                           light and we the darknes

You can build your wall

                           taller than our olive trees

You can cast your satanic

                           silhouettes dawn to dusk

You can shadow over

                            our struggling seedlings.


Yet, fungi, lichen and moss

                        for the Hamas headbands

were flourishing in the Ubac

                      of our enforced depravation

while the circadian rhythm

                           of resistance survived all

your attempts to dominate

                                 eradicate and control.