Waiting, all I do is wait.
Please I plead can I not go through.
silence of indifference to my plight.
The young soldier calmly smokes his cigarette.
Please, again I plead to stoical silence.
I’m out of time, as am I the mindless reply, wait.
At last I’m through the barricade, into my homeland.
Palestine- stolen by declaration in 1948,
ejected homeless, keys clutched tightly,
no lock, no home, only the never ending waiting,
enduring, but never failing to believe, that one day
I shall again unlockThe door of my homeland
and declare, this is palistine my homeland.
