For Palestine
Who has many voices never heard
Keep on singing
Your freedom is louder than their captivity
The seas will return to your shore.
A home may be something you own
But it is not your bones, your flesh
That which you caress and hold and carry
Deep within, unseen by them.
Impossible to bulldoze.
A well you keep that cannot be drained or named, shamed or contained
My country lives still
Relentlessly defiant.
