On Your Dove

On my olive tree my life grows
On my olive tree my freedom dies

On my high mountains my home is built
On my high mountains my chance is ripped

On my orchards my wealth is made
On my orchards my dignity is slayed

On my Jerusalem my prayers are answered
On my Jerusalem my death is planned

On my Palestine my misery begins
On my Palestine my world ends

The Fortitude

The stand in rows dividing
Deciding when to start deciding

Are they white or black or gray?
Are they willing to bring today?

For now, they are in the graveyard
For now, the paradox cannot start

This insanity of profanity has come to exist
Oh, Nationalism, when will it desist?

Must I draw a line in poisonous borders
Must I tear myself from my brothers

If it isn't now, may I ask when?
When shall you deny the need to pretend?

The magnitude of your fortitude is certain
I greatly anticipate the fall of your curtain

The self-pity capsule you have opted to take
Will soon leave you ravaged in your wake

I have tired of words and wisdoms
Tired of trying to tear down your kingdoms

If it need be I will stifle my sigh
And join you all as a spot on a butterfly

Because I am unity, it is I you forsake
But it is your freedom that is at stake

The Mist of All Mirrors

You make the times of the day rhyme
Singles of whatever ticking in fervor
And if I want to be in the seas of keys
Then my roads shall awkwardly deliver

And here are my stops in candy dew drops
Deadlines of shortlines all breeding
To find the kind of all mine
Again, looks can be deceiving

I can seem weightless, flying fearless
In admiration of fouls of black street hours
Where all the migraines poke all the painstakes
But I really want to find the sweetness in all the sours

Were it what it was and what it would be
I want everything, regardless
And if the light’s colors won’t make my rainbow
I want to be left protected and defenseless

And here are my stops in candy dew drops
Deadlines of shortlines all breeding
To find the kind of all mine
Again, looks can be deceiving