Palestine the palm and the wind a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.

[M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.]

The blowing wind makes the palms dance despite the strong waves.

It is time for revelation and disclosure.

Despite the scramble for peace and prostration, the actors are not happy about bringing lasting peace.

Victory will come and bells with mugs will ring.

Palestine will return after partition and survey.

Here is Acre and there is Jaffa and the youth of the gorgeousness.

They are waiting for the dawn to come before the morning.

The morning of liberation from the racist regime, with blood stained hands, continue to inflict wounds.