Mistaken Identity
By Rasha Mansour
Stop! What is in your bag? What is in your pocket?
Where are you from? Where are you going?
What is in your mouth? What`s under your skin? What?
Your back to the wall! ( the wall is falling ).
I never killed an ant, never stole a grain of wheat.
All I remember is that I have no homeland
No passport, no sheet, even no seat in a street.
I was made from glass, a story written on sand.
Your name? Palestine. Your State? Israel.
Nationality? An Arab of 48. Religion?
A Muslim who prays in Hebrew. Really?
Are you a terrorist or a victim?
I am with terrorism if it will save me
from the Arab Titanic and the union of slaves.