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Evil Deeds / by Nuri Al Okbi

translated from Hebrew

I came back to Al Araqib, my home

Birth place of my father and grandfather

Evil men took my tents

My food, my water

Even my blanket and the pillow under my head

Guests were not offered any drink by me

For no sugar nor coffee were left me

I am so very sad for I stood alone

And so evil men fought me

Bulldozers, guns and policemen came to frighten me

Even a memorial I had built with my own hands

They, the evil men, demolished this grave on my ground

Great funds were wasted in their war against me

May they drop an atom bomb on my head

I shall never die

No, never die

For in heaven and on earth my spirit lives on…

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