O My Country, Continue Your Epic Whining - I
Palestinian Needle
O poetry
O my stepson
Childhood seat at Al-Samu 'school
Oh dear teacher face
Oh the length of the road from home
Even the mandrel need is salty
Spin my mother, the Canaanite spin you
Tie the sea color with the color of dirt
The wisdom of the female Greek women with a Palestinian needle,
Add the meal a seventh dish
No matter what the food is gone and your yarn is complete
What are they that I did not find the leftovers of lunch
Keep your pastoral hymn
Over the footsteps of millions of grandparents
Sumer to Yebus
O my country, continue your epic whining
O distant grandmother's face
I did not keep the threads of your frayed dress on eons dust
She kept the sound of the remains of fig and grape leaves
And the souls of those who died
Of vineyards.
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