Zywa
Summer Rains
Once there was prosperity here
thriving trade, the coast a ribbon
of harbours full of ships
the land of the Philistines
now suffocated, enclosed
by the ghetto
There are Summer Rains
breaking our bones, the roads
and bridges, the quays and offices
The roofs of the schools
devastated, sewers shooting out
Smell where we live
Do not stand there
safe far away on the ramparts
of your paradise, watching
the fire and the iron
from heaven
Not ours
And after the rains appear
at night on the horizon
Autumn Clouds
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