Make this poem
Into fire
Mould it
Into a bomb
Launch it
Over the
High wall
Of murdering lies
Make each line
A bullet of justice
A jab of the Divine
Sing it
In front of torture
Sing it
In front of madness
Sing it
Until this evil dies
This poem is your weapon
Explosive of love
Let it rain down upon the enemy
Mercilessly
Until it blasts open
His garrisoned heart
This poem
Is a tank
A machine gun
A machete
It rolls from the land
It swells from the sea
It commands the air
And it will march
Tirelessly
Until Palestine is free
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program
