As I write
A Palestinian youth
Computes the equation
Have his enemies filled his world
With enough misery
That he feels more hatred for them
Than he does love for his own life?
He thinks of his crippled father
Of his bulldozed house
And of his departed friends
All of whom
Computed the same equation
Always coming to the same conclusion
Until, the day they came to another.
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