.    I could go and deface a
     fence with my grievances

     I could go into a forest
     and speak to the trees

     I could tell a grapevine
     or go and talk to the wall

      I could go to a priest
      privacy of the confessional

     I could go to Alcoholics
     Anonymous and share

     But who you see here
     What you hear here

     When you leave here
     Let it stay here, is pointless

     Because a wider audience
     Needs to listen to my poem

     How else can I convey
     The plight of Palestinians?







Ps

Ink blobs are indelible tears
and blotting paper will not
  suffice as a handkerchief