I wish some heavy rain
to wash the blood stain;
to rest and calm my fears
and Tal Rumeida's pain.
My dream is peace and justice
and ending that chain
of murdering, killing, shooting.
Can you tell me what we gain?
Hatred breeds more hatred.
Love can end the pain.
I dream of sunshine coming to meet the rain;
to spread that love around despite what has remained.
Do you know what has remained?
Barriers, borders, walls;
killing, shooting and drones.
And that dream again
occupying my brain;
the dream of heavy rain
washing the blood stain;
ending occupation
and feeling life again.
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* Poem by Arwa Abu Haikal, from the Old City of Hebron