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And no one hears the cries, but only the wind

Dr. Mary Ethridge
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Heartbreak

That goes beyond worry

Mindless pains

With out an answer

Petitions denied if even heard

This is justice?

Old men who's eyes border on tears

Look at rubble

Almost incomprehensible

Drivers laugh the laugh of the demon

And no one hears the cries

But only the wind

 

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Soulless laughter

A new tie links families

With a disaster in common

A home is destroyed

In a personal attack on the heart

A wall, illegal, separates

Brothers from brother

Farmers from farm

And a people from their place

And no one hears the cries

But only the wind

 

It is as if in destruction

That faceless

Nameless

Monster could

Tear the collective memory

From the heart of Palestine.

But nothing can

This place is burned into the memory

Forged into the soul

By centuries of survival

And no one hears the cries

But only the wind

 

And laughter

Birth and death

Nothing can erase

That it is a homeland

For a people ancient

Also seed of Abraham

They till the soil of their

Promised land

The land promised to all the seed

Not just one

And no one hears the cries

But only the wind

 

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For a thousand yesterdays

They have been part of this place

A bulldozer tries

But can not erase

Every bit of the memory

And even the hope

This land contains

The blood of the fathers

The umbilicus of tens

Of generations

And no one hears the cries

But only the wind

 

Where do we go

What do we do now

Screamed into the wind

And the younger brother

Who did this

Turns a deaf ear

To the elder brother he's wronged

Ishmael and Isaac

A drama almost as old as time

Plays out in a place called holy

By the three who worship

The One

 

Pain cries out into the wind

Pain of the heart

Pain of the mind

Pain of the tortured body

Blood spilled as surely

As a bullet would bring

The heart is wrenched out

Despair

Fear

Where will we go

And no one hears the cries

But only the wind

 

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What will we do

And none listens

The old and the young all disrespected

In a land that prided itself

On it's warm hospitality

As cold hearts and frozen minds

Turn warm homes

Into oddly twisted rubble

The disposed settler will find

Compensation

And no one hears the cries

But only the wind

 

The dispossessed Palestinian

Just finds comfort

In the wind

His shelter is but a checker scarf

Sitting on a graying head

Her shelter is anger that will

Carry her for hours

Then nothing will

Comfort the longing for home

Some retain possessions

And no one hears the cries

But only the wind

 

Some retain nothing but breath

Possessions and places

Will somehow be made

Another family will press a bit closer

And take in the other

Things come again with time

But the heart never forgets

The wrenching of the soul

When home is suddenly gone

When despair replaces joy in life

And fear tries to rule the day

And no one hears the cries

But only the wind

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