Heartbreak
That goes beyond worry
Mindless pains
With out an answer
Petitions denied if even heard
This is justice?
Old men who's eyes border on tears
Look at rubble
Almost incomprehensible
Drivers laugh the laugh of the demon
And no one hears the cries
But only the wind
Soulless laughter
A new tie links families
With a disaster in common
A home is destroyed
In a personal attack on the heart
A wall, illegal, separates
Brothers from brother
Farmers from farm
And a people from their place
And no one hears the cries
But only the wind
It is as if in destruction
That faceless
Nameless
Monster could
Tear the collective memory
From the heart of Palestine.
But nothing can
This place is burned into the memory
Forged into the soul
By centuries of survival
And no one hears the cries
But only the wind
And laughter
Birth and death
Nothing can erase
That it is a homeland
For a people ancient
Also seed of Abraham
They till the soil of their
Promised land
The land promised to all the seed
Not just one
And no one hears the cries
But only the wind
For a thousand yesterdays
They have been part of this place
A bulldozer tries
But can not erase
Every bit of the memory
And even the hope
This land contains
The blood of the fathers
The umbilicus of tens
Of generations
And no one hears the cries
But only the wind
Where do we go
What do we do now
Screamed into the wind
And the younger brother
Who did this
Turns a deaf ear
To the elder brother he's wronged
Ishmael and Isaac
A drama almost as old as time
Plays out in a place called holy
By the three who worship
The One
Pain cries out into the wind
Pain of the heart
Pain of the mind
Pain of the tortured body
Blood spilled as surely
As a bullet would bring
The heart is wrenched out
Despair
Fear
Where will we go
And no one hears the cries
But only the wind
What will we do
And none listens
The old and the young all disrespected
In a land that prided itself
On it's warm hospitality
As cold hearts and frozen minds
Turn warm homes
Into oddly twisted rubble
The disposed settler will find
Compensation
And no one hears the cries
But only the wind
The dispossessed Palestinian
Just finds comfort
In the wind
His shelter is but a checker scarf
Sitting on a graying head
Her shelter is anger that will
Carry her for hours
Then nothing will
Comfort the longing for home
Some retain possessions
And no one hears the cries
But only the wind
Some retain nothing but breath
Possessions and places
Will somehow be made
Another family will press a bit closer
And take in the other
Things come again with time
But the heart never forgets
The wrenching of the soul
When home is suddenly gone
When despair replaces joy in life
And fear tries to rule the day
And no one hears the cries
But only the wind
