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Olives and Thymes (Palestine will forever be Palestine)
Olives and thyme
An age where words used to rhyme
My grandmother's hand
Rolled love into a pan
Cooked so much memories
With her accent that will forever live in me
Stories she shared of her family
About days before ‘48
Before they became living prey
Olives and thyme
Bread was worth pennies and dimes.
They hear the prayer from the holy mosque
Others prayed to the father, son, and the Holy Ghost
Some spun the dreidels
Despite their differences
Together they dine
Before the sun set in the sky
The kids with smell my grandmothers pie
They sat on the balcony
In perfect love and harmony
Enjoying each other’s company
Eating olives, thyme, watermelon, and honey
Before they knew it
This life became history
They will forever try to erase their existence
And they’re perfect unison
They took their houses
They took away their lands
The tormented their souls
And killed them all
One by one
The ones in the mosques
The one's praying for the father and son
And the ones greeting shalom
Are all buried beneath the gravel of their home
Virgin Mary wept
And Jesus turned away
Mohammed (PBUH) prayed
And Moses thought he paved the right way before looking at this bloody display
They think that we will forget
Forget the land of religions
The land of love and peace
But as long as there is thymes and olives
Palestine is a part of the new generations narrative
This case that is in every fiber of every Palestinian and their children and their children to come, will ensure that Palestine will stay after all that said and done
The smell of my grandmother’s pie
Will never seize, will never die
How I long
To see the home I’ve never known
Even though I can’t be there
Palestine will forever be Palestine
Palestine will forever be the land of peace
And Palestine will forever be my home
