The Unjews of Israel can't comprehend the soil, the people, the power of faith and family; all that make Palestinians and Palestine one.
They plant the bodies, the dead bodies, strangely unaware that each corpse will feed the earth and give rise to the New Palestina.
They push them out of the land and rejoice in the streets of Jerusalem; and Unjews from everywhere arrive to claim a land that's not theirs.
And one day, when the bulldozers come to clear the rubble of their creation, so will the Palestinians return. And the Unjews will go the way of the Germans; perplexed by the taste of victory left beneath their silenced tongues.
All they will have left, these Unjews, is the legacy of shame; a jewel of atonement around each and every one of their necks. For the history books.
