Because

Palestine Olive Tree

Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
Because;

Palestine is where Zionist babies
Repopulate the olive groves stolen
From Palestinians who once upon a time
Believed that in a just world
Truth would prevail
And the world would see through
Propaganda put in place to mute
Palestinian realities
And their august claims to cultural integrity
Was their love in nurturing their homeland
Where smiling children lived in peace
And life was wholesome for them
Until the arrival of the Nakba
And the Star of David
Came to sever all
Connection to their own land

Because;
The Zionists believed that the
Palestinian womb to be inferior to
The Zionist model
Because;
Palestine should become
The breeding ground for
Zionist perfidy and bastardisation
Of cause-and-effect reality because

Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon

Because;
The little dog laughed because of the Stench
Of the gore that persists in fouling the olive trees
While vainglorious patriarchs
Performing as Puppet Masters continue
To steal yet more Palestinian land

Denis A. Conroy is a writer from Australia

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