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Those Without a Country

The missiles don’t know

if they’re misguided;


separate together

leads to dominance,


this is just a mix - 

a one-state solution


where the old thinking

is the problem.  Brothers and sisters,


we can’t

capitalism our way out


of this

anymore.  There has to be room


for collective cooperation.  You can’t

adjust


for inequity, only give it

to everybody.  When I see a cherry tree,


blooming on an old street,

it almost feels 


like ecstasy, saxophone

mimicking the wind


eternally.  Last night,

I sat with my son


as he fell asleep, and tried to imagine

what it would be like


if bombs were falling.  What will it take

to un-support nationalism, de-victimize


the conqueror, expatriate

this zero-sum game?  Those without a country


must know.  Same way

a missile, a knee on the neck,


tear gas, chokeholds, checkpoints,

poverty, occupation, apartheid, don’t.  Those without a country


must know

those with a country


will never be free, as long as I, a black person, a 

Palestinian, am dictating policy.  Maybe that’s why


they hate me.  Because I am their country.

I am your country,


mimicking the wind

eternally.  Blowing through the rubble,


after they just killed

my family, marching through the streets,


blowing through

your neighborhood, now






Posted 05/20/21
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