by Endre Farkas and Carolyn Marie Souaid
Blood is Blood
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JEW |
ARAB |
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Bullets. |
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Hail. |
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This brutal rain, |
This brutal rain, |
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a prologue. |
a prologue. |
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We are |
We are |
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the Chosen |
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the desert dwellers of the shifting dune |
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the ones who signed the covenant, |
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delivered the Word |
and the wind above its infinite wave. |
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and constantly argue with God. |
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We are the geniuses of zero. |
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We are the wanderers |
We are the travellers |
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who honour learning because it is holy |
and traders of camphor and |
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and easy to pack at a prophet’s notice. |
cloves, myrrh and rosewater. |
Published online January 01, 2011
