WE WILL CLIMB POMEGRANATE TREES
Your story is
Inconvenient for me
That does not mean it is not true
My story is
Inconvenient for you
Even so, I am not lying
And what's more
I'll never believe G-d loves me
more than G-d loves you
I'll never unknow that your child must
Thrive upon fresh air and clean water
Peace will never arrive. Instead
We will climb pomegranate trees
And call it down from heaven
We will pluck olives and till fields
And feel old and grow gnarled
And be pure as white doves
We will slowly rock in our chairs
And listen to each other's stories
And cry and laugh and cry
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