The Palestinian Song Contest

 

In land we were dragged as children from

Our homes aglow like yellow stars

This is not Orion but Palestine.

 

My great grandmother passed down a song,

She passed it down like bread in lace

Our hearts ripped with that bread.

 

Welcome to the Palestinian song contest

My Mother sings to my silent Father,

Equality and borders are wrinkles.

 

Welcome to the Palestinian song contest,

Israel wins a song for all women if only

They saw as human first then woman.

 

We light a fire where the grass yields to wind,

It is a harsh wind, unrelenting and constant

We have never fell over from it and sing.