Where no one speaks the stars, but war criminals

Often the denoting pattern
is your young weathering
the trials

There is no wit in the dust
of tragedy that you
witnesses

There are no pinnate leaflets
breaking sand castles where
you have settled

They have betrayed each other
as an overt Esau
striking a sickle killing siblings

They have murdered Jacob
their hands red with God’s blood
but Palestine will be again and rise