Another poem I wrote a long time ago…but again, I think applies…
How do I begin an endless apology??
I am sorry, Gaza.
I am neglectful, I know.
The least I can do, is very little,
But I don’t even present that much.
I am sorry, dead and silenced infants.
I know that in another setting I could have been you.
After all, what am I but a child of Palestine too.
Allah has mercifully granted me a longer life,
And I wish I could use it to make a difference in yours.
I am sorry, imprisoned and starving citizens.
You teach us bravery everyday, but we still stand cowardly.
I am sorry, grape vines and fig trees.
What you give is so sweet,
but we are distracted by everything in life that is sweet,
And in that we forget to protect you.
I am sorry, broken olive branch,
I almost relied on murders to ensure that you can grow in peace.
I will NOT apologize to them, I promise.
But I will apologize to you,
Apologies are the hardest actions!
They are words we utter,
Knowing that what is done is done,
And they don’t seem to fix anything at all,
Even if the victim is forgiving…
But for you Palestine,
The apologies never end.
I am sorry Palestine,
I know we have been gone
for far, far, far too long.
I hear your call…
And I am sorry I still have not answered it.
February 19, 2008