Justice for Palestine
Why Doesn’t the Sky Love Us?
- By Lisa Suhair Majaj
Through the tent flap the child saw bomb-light
streak the sky, heard the drum of thunder
that was not thunder. She should have been
too young to grasp the proximity of death,
but this was Gaza. She asked her mother pensively,
What if I were a river? You could build a raft,
and I’d float you away from danger.
Her mother, not wanting to remind her that floating
is forbidden in Gaza, like other kinds of freedom,
that even the sea is walled off from the shore, replied,
Maybe you could be a river of song.
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