This short poem was inspired by that film and particularly by Awdah's bravery. Our poems won't stop the horror, and every killing is a tragedy, but it feels this is the moment to share a few words
From my back door to the West Bank
while I walk down to harvest salad leaves
spinach and spring onions
I pass the rambling roses with 1,000 buds
that promise summer scent,
and I eye the red of ripening strawberries.
While not so far away
centuries old olive trees are bulldozed,
women wail by their wrecked houses
and men weep over the bleeding bodies
of their brothers
and the promise of roses
becomes thorns in my eyes.
No Other Land, trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWlx4J8coxU
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