A Plant Without Water

A Plant Without Water

Like a plant without water
A plant so green it speaks.
It is soft and sways in the breeze
Gently caressing my calves as I walk by
Like a cat when I stand still.
A plant without water.
It slowly, painfully dies.
There is nothing it can do.
What remains goes into the soil.
It’s still there in a different form.
The dark eyes, the serious look
The happy music, the mysterious pathways
Of their minds.
The Arab culture underground.
Who are the Palestinians?
Plants without water.
Give them water.