Without nationality
the boy wandered the barren streets.
A rock in one hand,
an idea clenched in the other.
He did not know exactly who the opposition was;
the country with the great military
that is ever vigilant to protect their people,
or the community he lived in
that is filled with hatred.
He could not even go to other lands
where Allah was said to dwell.
Places where his brethren congregated to cry
“Kill the enemy,
kill them dead,
drive them into the sea.”
Like a rat in a cage, he was trapped.
His Arab cousins denying him citizenship
in their prized realm. Preferring he remain a scapegoat,
giving them permission to evade their own political inadequacies.
And so he walks, head low, eyes cast
waiting for citizenship, in the land beneath his feet.
Copyright © 2004 Sara Coslett
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Franz
There is nothing more divisive than religion. Perhaps if you just accepted your religion and let other accept theirs you might not be so angry.
With regard to my parent’s nationality, my mother was born in Tel Aviv as well. My father immigrated to Israel as a child from Afghanistan after the Muslims forced his family off the vineyard they had owned for hundreds of years. They did not receive any payment for the land, they were just driven off. So try not to be so presumptive. Perhaps you should gather your facts first.
Sara Coslett
ty, Dani
Love God and you love all!!
Just my humbled heart speaking!!
Love Tinka
here's a carrot to add for flavor...playing the advocate...
'IF" we were created in the image of God...how can one of us justify a hate for another?? OR..an un acceptance of his being? in any religion or organised belief system..wouldn't that be like slapping God in the face? for even mono-zygotic twins have a 'difference' to each, that sets them apart...does that make one better than the other?
once again, sweetie...you cause a mind to think out of the box...this one was sided with politics, as well....but i was told never to discuss religion AND politics...maybe next time...
great write...
hugs and love..
and a hoppy easter ;-)
krissy
Reindeer
My concern with this poem is not about religion, even though clearly religion plays a part. No, what I am trying to say is that the resolution of the Palestinian problem rests on the shoulders of the other Arab nations who adamantly refuse to allow Palestinian's citizenship in their own country.
Hope that cleared it up a bit. ~ Sara