I’ve got a plume

from the wing of

a phoenix


I can write words,

that fly higher

than lies


I’ve got a well,

from which I can

siphon,


Tear drops from

those, with

red crying eyes


I’ve got a plume

from the wing of

a phoenix


And I’ve got a page

without margins

or lines


I can write words,

that no one has

heard of


And I can quill those

who ploughed out

their vines


I’ve got a plume

from the wing of

a phoenix


And I come from a land

where fair play

we enshrine


Yes I’ve got the plume

from the green grass

it fell on


And I promise it's

nib, will never

resign



Poem for Palestine
by an Irish Poet.