An Nakbah '48

If you blow out the candles in my eyes,
If you freeze all the kisses on my lips ,
If you fill my native air with lipsing cruses ,
Or silence my anguish ,
forge my coin,
Uproot the smile from my children's faces.
If you raise a thousands walls,
And nail my eyes to humiliation,
Enemy of man ,
I shall not compromise
And to the end
I shall fight !!

Sameeh Al Qasem