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letra de chorus of exiled palestinians - john coolidge adams

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my father’s house was razed
in nineteen forty-eight
when the israelis p-ssed
over our street

the house was built of stone
with a courtyard inside
where, on a hot day, one
could sit in shade

under a tree, and have
a gl-ss of something cool
coolness rose like a wave
from our pure well

no one was turned away
the doorstep had worn down:
i see in my mind’s eye
a crescent moon

of that house, not a wall
in which a bird might nest
was left to stand. israel
laid all to waste

though we have paid to drink
our water, and our wood
is sold to us, we thank
the only god

let the supplanter look
upon his work. our faith
will take the stones he broke
and break his t–th

- john coolidge adams

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