What does the watcher see?
Another betrayal, another hillside occupied
It's pain, keys and deeds nothing more than playthings, monopoly money
Fear turns to hatred, dividing
Succumbing to a lure for backyards and "security"
What does the nation-state say about purity?
Ethnic, cultural, lingual
Still, how am I to blame? This land has no people. This land is not built upon. It's empty, it's waiting, it's calling for its Sons. (Nevermind the village ruins under the forest, etched on the plain.)
What does the watcher see?
Insistence and weariness
Against the unremitting mountain of privilege
Privilege is never neutral, there's always a sacrifice
Privilege is never given up, it's always strengthened
Privilege is inherited and blinding, always dehumanizing
"Like those others, I had been trying to find the easy life of blindness to pain." Elias Chacour (p.223 "Blood Brothers")
