Chim én ở Ramallah

The swallows of Ramallah

Fly from sunrise to sunset
The swallows of Ramallah
Seem unable to find a place to land

I walk on the land
On the path the Gods used walk
The roads after more than 2000 years
Are no longer rocky
But are filled with destinies
Unfortunate and sorrowful

Instead of the nail holes
On Jesus’ body
Are bullet holes
On the chests of the innocents
And the two lungs
Of the deads
Are still filled with the words of Freedom

The swallows of Ramallah
Frying across the sky
Those are the souls of the deads
Turned into swing needles
Patiently patching the torn sky