The violence in your heart
beats-
skipping love
altogether
How can this be?
We are a loving race
once reveling in
our hospitality
Shorn at the knees
but not short on grace
we gather our feet
to sow this land
with peace
Our fathers and
their daughters
sob
Where has Mother Earth
placed our watering cans?
Our land is dry and
we must replenish
the soil
We must raise
our stature
once again
As tall as the sun
and as long
as the day
Our mothers are not
missing this
for one season
Love shoots the moon
between the eyes
and they rejoice
Our feet pause
reclaiming the ground
and
violence-
no longer drums
on the walls
of your heart.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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