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when the olive trees were bulldozed
when the olive trees were bulldozed
bury my heart
near the empty spaces
where olive trees
once pressed
against 1000 years of sky,
when men walked across
the land
in the language of prayer
and caterpillars became butterflies,
now Caterpilars are yellow bulldozers
that break holy ground,
the olive trees are gone
and wildflowers are memories
behind 30' walls.
I bow my head.
http://www.endtheoccupation.org/article.php?id=2368
bury my heart
near the empty spaces
where olive trees
once pressed
against 1000 years of sky,
when men walked across
the land
in the language of prayer
and caterpillars became butterflies,
now Caterpilars are yellow bulldozers
that break holy ground,
the olive trees are gone
and wildflowers are memories
behind 30' walls.
I bow my head.
http://www.endtheoccupation.org/article.php?id=2368