to time of the Romans, but, it is decedents * of the evil ones who have destroyed our
land bulldozed me and buried my branches.
But beneath Caterpillar tracks in the warm
earth my seeds will hibernate until it is
time for a renaissance when once more a
leafed limb will offer forth its laden harvest.
My gesture is peace, though resilience and
persistent resistance will never be up for
barter, I'm a perennial I'm Green I'm Black
I’m an irenic symbol, now I bleed my sap.
“Approximately one million olive trees, many of which were centuries old, have been uprooted by Israel since 1967. They don't only uproot them on the pretext that they need to make space for settlements or other Occupation infrastructure.10 Nov 2023