They removed the thermostats,
And made us pay for every cup of water we used,
I was standing in the rain,
With a white friend and a Servant.
We marveled at the homemade architecture,
Hopped the rivulets of grime,
And heaved big sighs.
I asked him why there were,
Water tanks with signs that read,
Twenty shillings a litre.
He said,
They sell water here too.
Scottish men protect,
Single malt whiskey,
Welsh women,
The language they speak,
My Palestinian friend once told me,
Water,
Israelis keep.
evocative short poetry – words move
when was this taken and published?
How true. It’s what we have little or none of that we learn to value the most. And sadly, there’s always someone ready to make a buck off the situation rather than just giving out a glass of water to a thirsty person.
beautifull
Thought-provoking poem here! Makes me wonder: do we all ‘protect’ something? The ending to this poem stuns…especially since no one can LIVE without water.
Kolembo, that was so poignant in its naked truth. The world needs to wake up to the awful plight of the Palestinians. The Israeli behavior is so repugnant.