Here We Will Stay

In Lidda, in Ramla, in the Galilee, we shall remain like a wall upon your chest, and in your throat like a shrad of glass, a cactus thron, and in your eyes a sandstorm. We shall remain a wall upon your chest, clean dishes in your restaurants, serve drinks in your bars, sweep the floors of your kitchens to snatch a bite for our children from your blue fangs. Here we shall stay, sing our songs, take to the angry streets, fill prisons with dignity. In Lidda, in Ramla, in the galilee, we shall remain, guard the shade of the fig and olive trees, ferment rebellion in our children