From a poem by Palestinian poet Kamal Nasir who was assassinated by Israeli terrorists while he was sleeping in 1973 in
"What, you are crying?
Your father has died,
And so has your brother?
And you have been listed
in the procession of refugees?
Crying?
Stand up and let us
tighten our pride
on the playground of dignity
I am your father and brother
grew up on the agony of refugees
and silenced the wailing on my side
Stand up and let us
tighten our pride
on the playground of dignity
I am the comrade in the
strange conflict
the comrade of
the beloved garb
I worry about you
I worry about suffering,
I worry about eulogy
killing the traces of pride
and bloodying in your chest
the meaning of sacrifice
and existence gets sweeter,
and you stay in loss
in the procession of refugees"
